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
