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 onWith 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 discord choirs
Screaming in Braille, no temptress prize could ever yield anything so realThe original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves on
The original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves onGolden 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 forever after and the swinging vines hang dead in rafters
Blood rush to your head induces laughter endlesslyThe 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 onCan't explain it, it was something to see
Can't contain something ever real, ever realCan't explain it, it was something to see
Can't contain something so ever real, ever realThe 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