AUTHORÂ |Â MUSICIANÂ |Â ATHLETE
SONGS FOR THE CONVERTED
Released as a demo CD-R in November 2002, then officially re-released as a 7" EP in May 2003 by United Edge Records (Canada)
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Recorded and Mixed by Doyle Odom at Electric Tide Studio (Houston, TX)
Mastered by Brian Baker at Sound Arts (Houston, TX)
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Daniel Austin–lyrics, vocals, guitar
Eric Gibson–bass
RJ Noel–drums
The Renaissance
I will smile in content withstanding flames of your hell
For I will truly live each and every day on earth
For ten thousand years religion has led us blind
We must break the chains of our fear,
The time has come to redeem our lives
There will be no fire, there will be no guiding light
And no judgement day
Bury me in defiance
I vow to be free in death if never free in life
These days are like a straw to the flame
And if there's life to live it won't be lived on our knees
So for your sake, get up and do as you please
Get up off your knees
No more gods, no more masters
No life is lived in the hereafter, so I'll live today
Consider this the renaissance of life
With freedom claimed as thrones of gods are set aflame
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For the Pernicious Race
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We are the locusts, we are the plague
Infecting this world with our disease
We took a pure world, assumed it was our place
And then drowned it in concrete
We've turned this world into a living hell
Yet still we believe Heaven awaits us somewhere fucking else...
If we ever arrive at this "Heaven" we're waiting for
Let us suffer the pain of being denied at the door
These days are made long by the clocks we've made
This world lays dead under roads we've paved
We are the locusts
We are the plague
As we go ravaging field by field, we'll never get our fill
We'll never quench our appetite
Because we never stop to use our minds
Use your fucking mind!
(Fuck you, fuck me, fuck humanity!)
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Begging for Blindness
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In the mirror, she stares in dismay
Could it really be that she looks this way?
She wishes her body would fit the mold
If only our hearts weren't so fucking cold...
He'll embrace every image he's taught to be
Never knowing the roots of his misery
With eyes and fists clenched so tight,
We're raping our own minds
These precious moments of our lives
Are at the mercy of fucking dollar signs
Imprisoned by all that we own
And every image we desire to clone
So I beg for blindness in
This world where we're shown what to be
Begging for blindness to erase this disease–
Let's burn each image we cannot achieve
We must erase this disease
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The Tortured Role
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I'll gladly play the tortured role
Hating you makes me whole
It's hatred that gets me through these nights
To see tomorrow, to live and spite
I disconnect your corrupted world
I wave goodbye as I pull the cord
The deathwish finally answered for the faceless hordes
Because I'm fucking through playing your roles...
As you wake each day to face the life that you fucking hate
The hands of time take their toll
Now you're the living dead
So you run the race, chasing your plastic dreams
Is that the life you want for me?
You have failed to see I don't want your fucking life
I'll choose to suffer because in pain I'm alive
This is my vow to never cover my eyes
And though I may not like the truths I find
This is one truth that I cannot deny:
No life is lived on life's terms
(So I'll do what I want until I fucking die)