Original Fire - Audioslave

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 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

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 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