Audioslave - Original Fire

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 brain
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 so ever real
Ever real

Can't explain it
it was something to see
Can't contain
something so ever real
Ever 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
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