Feeding the Fire (Genesis)

You are terrified by the smallest sound Because you live your life in such a sheltered world As do those who surround you Well 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 that they don't speak the same In any place that they don't think the same You think it's not your problem No no You think it's not your problem It really doesn't matter at all Oh... 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 Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted