Lyrics
The original fire has died and gone,
but the riot inside moves on. (x3)
With a pen in one taking a stand drugged on kerosene.
Eighty-four and five would find us something to believe.
Right or wrong with dirty hands on wires,
and singing songs in dischord choirs.
Screaming in braille no temptress prize
could every yield anything so real.
The original fire has died and gone,
but the riot inside moves on. (x2)
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.
The blood rush to your head induces,
of laughter endlessly.
The original fire has died and gone,
but the riot inside moves on. (x2)
Can't explain it was something to see,
Can't contain something ever real,
Ever real,
Hey!
Can't explain it was something to see,
Can't contain something ever real,
Ever real.
The original fire has died and gone,
but the riot inside moves on. (x4)