SPLIT 7" WITH CONFRONTO

7" EP released April 2014 by Headfirst! Records (USA), Vegan Records (South America)

Recorded and Mixed by Craig Douglas at Origin Sound (Spring, TX) as part of the Chosen Path sessions
Mastered by Brad Boatright (Audiosiege)

Artwork and Layout by Daniel Austin

Daniel Austin–lyrics, vocals, rhythm guitar
Chris Gentile–lead guitar
Eric Gibson–bass
Daniel "Wendel" Lopez–drums

Scum

Wash the scum from our streets
And out of our capitols
Let them rot in poverty
To know the pain they've dealt
Dehumanized by demons adorned
In suits and ties, wielding a cross
Ruling without reason
Guided by a faith perverted

A new dark era has arrived
Superstitious times
Witch hunts
Regression
Increasingly hostile climes

Our hearts break
For those to be born to broken, loveless homes
The women not free to decide
The lovers who fear for their lives

A new dark era, old and white
Superstitious Right
Bias
Infringement
Of individual rights–take them back!

Clamoring in the streets
We will not be denied
Time has come to wash the scum
Forever to the side

Some fates are worse than death
But they can't empathize
No compassion in their laws
They serve themselves

Some fates are worse than death:
Loss of autonomy
Some fates are worse than death:
Living in fear

Empathize
Wash away the scum

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Alive With Madness

I spent the sleepless nights of youth alive with madness
With only concern for the truth, I walked this world alone

Nothing could suffice this hateful heart of mine
Be it blessing, or be it curse, to live with open eyes...

From the ashes of awareness I can only rise

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Drawn in Quarters

Welcome to hell–life with open eyes
Nails driven in with each cursed sight
IlIumination exacts a painful price
The less I have, the more I know
Cliches never rang so true
There are daggers in the smiles of the men who build this world

And I have reached the threshold of despair
A pebble in the sea, why do I fucking care?
Through all my screams for change, all I've found is pain
I long to slit the throats of those who choose to choke

To walk among the fallen angels and their long forgotten plans
To stand entirely alone
Filled with purpose and desire, unlike those human shells
Even angels must endure their own hidden hells

So we push on through the devastation
Complacently as slaves to our creation
Why would you run in place if you could set the pace?
It's time to slit the throats of those who choose to choke...

Bound by human nature
Our minds tied to the human world
Can we not see the madness unfurled?
Drawn in quarters, torn between life and death, love and hate
To die in slavery or rise and break the chains

Face the flames