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 long 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
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
Can't explain it, it was something to see
The original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves on
Blood rush to your head induces laughter endlessly
The original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves on
Can't explain it, it was something to see
Can't contain something ever real, ever real
'84 and 5 would find us something to believe
The original fire has died and gone but the riot inside moves on
Right or wrong with dirty hands on wires, singing songs in discord choirs
With a pen in one hand, taking a stand, drugged on kerosene
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
Can't contain something so ever real, ever real
