The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4) 



With a pen in one hand, taking a stand Drugged on kerosene 



Eighty-four and five 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 (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 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 

The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on 



Can't explain it, it was something to see 

Can't contain something so ever real 

Ever real 



Can't explain it, it was something to see 

Can't contain something so ever real 

Ever real 



The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4)