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 |
