Audioslave - Original Fire
The original fire has died and gone,
but the riot inside moves on
With a pen in one hand taking us and drugged on kerosene
'84 and 5 would find us something to believe
Right or wrong with dirty hands on wires
Singing songs in dischord choirs
Screaming in braille 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
Here 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 that it was something to see
Can't contain so something ever real
Ever real
Can't explain it was something to see
Can't contain so something ever real
Ever real
The original fire has died and gone,
but the riot inside moves on
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