Original Fire

[Chorus: x4] The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on With a pen in one hand, taking us and burned on kerosene Headed for a fire would find us something to believe Wallowing round with dirty hands on wires Singing songs in discord choirs Screaming in braille, no temptress prize Could ever yield anything so real [Chorus: x2] 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 heal 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 [Chorus: x4] --- Original Fire - Audioslave