Fire

A balanced acceptance of all is what you want
A furtive autarchy of sorts is what you've got
Throw away all our freedom to speak out what's in our heads
Step in time to a requisite world dance that's meaningless
I can feel it coming round again (don't start the fire, baby) - fire

Holding in any contradicting stance for fear of recompense
Holding back any honest cognizance to stop their false offence
I can feel it coming round again (don't start the fire, baby) - fire

Praying for another time
When reasoning is not condemned and brushed aside
If you pay your dues and toe the line
You're getting taken for a ride

A balanced acceptance of all is what you want
A furtive autarchy of sorts is what you've got
I can feel it coming round again (can't stop the fire, baby) - fire



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Dobbs
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