The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4)
With a pen in one hand making a stand drugged on kerosene
'84 and 5 would find us something to believe
Right or wrong with dirty hands on wires
Singing songs in disco 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 (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
Strangled 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 (x2)
Can't explain it it was something to see
Can't contain something ever real
Ever real
Can't explain it it was something to see
Can't contain something so ever real
Ever real
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comThe original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4)