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