The original fire has died and gone, But the riot inside moves on
With a pen in one hand, Taking us and drugged on kerosine Headed for a fire would find us something to believe Right or wrong with dirty hands on wires Singing songs in dischord choirs Screaming in brail, 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 When 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 ethereal Ethereal
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Can't explain it, it was something to see Can't contain something so ethereal Ethereal
The original fire has died and gone, But the riot inside moves on