Audioslave - ORginal Fİre

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4)

With a pen in one hand, taking a stand Drugged on kerosene

Eighty-four and five 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 (x2)

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 strangled vines hang dead in rafters
Blood rush to your head induces 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 (x4)