You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
As do those that surround you
I have seen you stung by poisonous flies
And you suffer much too much from their bites
There you sit in your comfort
Watching other people get caught by the storm.
Many a thing that used to be a secret has
Become so talked about not worth a second thought
There's different kinds of secrets now.
Times change it's not enough to say
It seemed a good idea a hundred years ago
You think it's not your problem
It really doesn't matter at all
Every stone that's thrown must fall to the ground
But you don't give a thought
To where they might come down
You are FEEDING THE FIRE over which you'll be roasted
Anywhere they don't speak the same
In any place they don't think the same
You think it's not your problem
It really doesn't matter at all
Maybe it's not your fate to be a leader of men
But you just leave it all to someone else and complain,
You could be so much stronger
But it really doesn't matter any longer
Cos you're FEEDING THE FIRE
Over which you'll be roasted
Yes, you're FEEDING THE FIRE
Over which you'll be roasted
Writer(s): Anthony George Banks, Mike Rutherford (gb), Phil Collins
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