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 gone, but the riot inside moves on   The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on      With a pen in one hand, taking us and burned on kerosine   Headed for a fire would find us something to believe   Wallowing round 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   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 (here?) 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      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   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 gone, but the riot inside moves on