The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

With a pen in one hand taking us, and drugged on kerosene

84 and 5 would find us something to believe

Right or wrong, with dirty hands on wires

Singing songs in dischord choirs

Screaming in braille, no temptress prize

Could ever yield anything so real

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be

Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city

Here the rain falls ever after

The swinging vines hang dead in rafters

Blood rush to your head, induces laughter endlessly

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and long gone

But the riot inside moves on

Can't explain that it was somethin' to see

Can't contain somethin' ever real

Ever real

Hey!

Can't explain, it was somethin' to see

Can't contain somethin' so ever real

Ever real

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on