Original Fire

The original fire has died and gone

But the riot inside moves on

With a pen in one hand

Taking 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 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

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

Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city

Where the rain falls ever after

The swinging vines hang dead in rafters

Blood rush to your head induces of 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