Fire In The State-A Title Never Fits
Where There's Smoke
Could you look, could you see, could you feel
for just a second, deep into those eyes.
These dark circles and bloodshot skies
have seen their limit.
No wonder you've abandoned common sense
your world never exceeds your own footsteps
but now we know in the strictest confidence.
Now that we've seen the wall, what do we do?
Where do we go?
And brick by brick they will fall, until we
have our window.
I do believe I've never taken more then I can
carry, but now my arms grow full.
Full of life, full of lies and full of happiness.
And somehow there's room for you to come in
and take it all away. How many times can I say
I won't make the same mistake again.
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In The Middle
Trained from birth to strive without
question towards the American Dream,
only to find out it doesn't exist.
Born in the middle.
Raised in the middle.
Taught in the middle.
and then they wonder what they've made.
Honed in the middle.
Cloned in the middle.
...and their promises were packs of lies.
Used in the middle.
Refused in the middle.
Now I'm lower-middle.
and then they wonder what they've made.
I'm tired of these class war games.
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The Dying Young
I've asked you a hundred times.
You said experience always finds
the answer to my question.
You've pushed me down, I have no choice.
An angry mind, an angry voice.
I'm not scared of rejection.
I know you wish you were me.
A stupid fucking kid that still believes.
And I wish I were you.
Too conditioned to see what's true.
What if the seeds they've sown
didn't grow up the same
They rolled the dice
but we played their game.
Like grains of sand
and a tightened grip
through their fingers
we will slip...
How come it seems to be
honors only among thieves
who never hesitate.
To hold you down forcefully
and tell you how it needs to be
but now we only suffocate.
This ain't about respect.
It's something called remorse.
I will run your race,
but I won't take your course.
You're on a sinking ship.
We need a tourniquet.
Will you try to swim
or just go down with it?
We are the dying young.
Is this what we've become?
Forced to sacrafice.
Born to live their lives.
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Toy Guns
"Fight for freedom"
We're told when we're young.
"Fight for your country"
That's the cry that is sung.
But we fight for money
with no regards to who gets hung.
I was always taught to hate
the ones I walk among.
These guns ain't toys anymore.
This ain't a game it's fucking war.
These guns ain't toys anymore.
This is fucking war.
This optimistic idealism
it's come, it's gone, it's bought, it's sold
"We fight the good fight"
That's what I've always been told.
To live, to love, to have, to hold.
A three car fucking garage.
Are these the dreams that I've been sold?
How can I piss and moan
about how we aren't free?
I thought the people ran this society.
"The world's what you make of it"-
it's never quite that easy.
Because consumerism is far
more profitable than democracy.
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Passivity Breeds Desparity
The safer you feel, the stronger they get
View the two sides of the tracks.
The space between is shrinking fast.
One side is on the welfare line.
Lifestyles become learned in time.
The other is the mansion homes.
Behind guarded gates the power roams.
Class resentment and jealousy.
Neither side appeals much to me.
We live with peace in our time
because we're all so content to
stand and stare away and aside
while more and more of us get
fucked and left behind.
For every Bill Gates made requires
a million wage slaves to aspire
to something that they'll never be.
(bolstered by a boom economy)
But what goes up will come down.
Look at 1929.
History will repeat again.
But will this time be good bye, au revoir,
the end?
We live with peace in our time
because we're all so content to
starve on our crumb of the pie.
Just play the lottery and pray
you'll win someday.
I'd like to know, i'd like to see
but I'm blinded by disparity.
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9th Month
I'm so sick and tired of waiting.
Waiting for this life to come to me.
So tired of anticipating
this apearic victory.
All those wasted yesterdays
don't mean shit to me anymore.
And all our destiny's are the same
as they were before.
Love what you do.
Learn to live with this cancer.
Do what you love.
You may someday find the answer.
I'M NOT
scared anymore.
I DON'T
have to die for the cure.
I know my life's a mess.
But that's what I do best
is pick up the pieces.
I know that it's true.
I want to eat my cake too.
No matter what the price is.
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Exit Poll
My personal disillusionment with American
politics, circa the 1992 presidental election.
In with a bang, out with a whimper
and at the time it didn't seem so profound
to think after twelve years of repetitive
rule a change at the top might pave the way.
I thought I'd seen the change.
Change in my time.
But all I see is tomorrow.
...and it looks just like today.
Election day- the hopes are so high
like a breath of fresh air at the dawn of a day.
Speeches are made, and promises fly.
They use them for votes and then take it away.
"Rock the Vote"
but don't rock the boat.
And all I see is tomorrow.
...and it looks just like today.
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The Village
Ode to small town police
It seems we have this problem now and
I don't know how I can walk out my front
door when I am scared of my protector.
Contain the threat of fifteen year old kids
who think too much and don't stay home
enough. You spend you're time feeding
your fucked up mind. Protect the hand that
feeds you...
Sold our safety. Now we're guilty.
Until we're proven innocent.
Think back as you grew. Lonely and self
abused. No friends. No love No interests to
speak of. And now you posses an inferior
complex. You have no life and so you want
to ruin mine.
Lie in wait. Exorcise your hate. A child's
best friend. You paint that smile again.
Avenge the cards you were delt long ago.
One view. One village. And one police state.
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A Weary World Resigns
What the world would say to the human race
if it could speak.
USE. DESTROY. DISPOSE.
You evolved from my soil
just like any other creature.
And now you want control.
My worst creation man.
And I'll fight back with acid rain,
earthquakes and heat in vain
attempts to stop the murder.
The murder of my land.
My worst creation man.
You're a disgrace to all I stand for.
You get but don't give back.
And take what you don't need.
My worst creation man.
And I'll fight back with rain,
blizzards and ice in vain
attempts to stop the murder.
The murder of my land.
My worst creation man.
A violate mix- a mind to create
and animal instincts to compete, to kill, to hate.
You mind tells you "enough"
but your not satisfied and you know you
never will be till this all is yours or dies.
Break in. Remove the precious rule of
balance and corrupt it for your use.
Rip out the heart and view what you've
wrought on my land.
My worst creation man.
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Limerance
I helped to build this
and i'll watch it fall.
Just like all the rest
I never cared at all.
It's not what you know.
It's what you understand.
And nothing works out
the way that it's planned.
It's too late to say goodbye.
I've stayed too long.
It's too late to say goodbye.
I'm already gone.
You pulled me in
I pushed you out.
You had your optimism
I had my doubt.
All my frustration
makes me such a better man.
And nothing works out
the way it's planned.
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Words from the May/June 2000 recording
of A Title Never Fits. As recorded
by Mike and Aaron Conn at East End Studios
in Rochester, NY. All words and music by
FIRE IN THE STATE
Lyrics-Fire In The State
