If the forces that be plan to separate us,
I will make sure that they have one Hell of a fight waiting for them.
We will not be defeated so easily as they think,
Nor will their fleeting efforts make a lasting impact upon us.
I would gladly die, if only it were a death for you and your love.
Please let your words ring out in my name after I've gone.
And in death, I will come to you in your darkness to fight off 
the evil that we once faced as a union. 
I will protect you as I always have.

Just as the sun will rise
I will be by your side
The light has faded from this land
We are the ones to save this world

Your light will always be a beacon guiding me home.
Please do not cry when I am lost among the trees, 
for I will be with you before night's fall.
Your love, your warmth, your arms, your voice;
This is my motivation to keep fighting.

There is nothing left in this life
The only light has been destroyed
It is up to us to restore
We have to fight to save it again


I will always love you,
Even when we're ages apart. 
Fate will hold a better place for us.
You will remain in my heart.

With Love

Buried a Bone by Blind Pilot

Rough accoustic

Written by Daniel Piotrowski and David Mund

In memory of our mothers

Don't Do Me Any Favors

From the forthcoming album by Zao "The Well-Intentioned Virus".  Out 12/9/16 on Observed/Observer Recordings.

The fire burns, the fire burns 
As leaves they fall and twist and turn 
Gather thoughts to be unlearned 
Wooden cribs to marble urns 

Metallic paralyzed teeth rejoice 
At the sound of the spectre’s voice 
Alas the masses seek the answer 
Some grow rich some rot from cancer 
Despair to stillness, all is revealed 
Life is chaos, a spinning wheel 
We all are one and nothing’s real 
Nothingness is real 

The fire burns, the fire burns 
As leaves they fall and twist and turn 
Gather thoughts to be unlearned 
Wooden cribs to marble urns 

Oneness revealed 
Observed/Observer

Conscious carbon from a dying star 
Living, breathing searching for a cause 
Everything around us observes itself through us 

The fire burns, the fire burns 
As leaves they fall and twist and turn 
Gather thoughts to be unlearned 
Wooden cribs to marble urns 

Oneness revealed 
Observed/Observer

The Well-Intentioned Virus

Observed/Observer

Anger casts shadows of doubt
Inviting them in has hollowed you out
The purest disgust one can ever feel
It lives in our voice it guides our eyes
It’s forcing us to realize
We’re born from the fear, the fear of death

Proven designs crush weakened minds

Exceptions to the rule and anomalies
Stir up violence with silver spoons
Cries of persecution
From the persecutors tongue
The medium agitates the hive

Frothing hordes of true believers
You are right, yes you are right
You have been chosen to ruin countless heathen lives

Our path of sight through perception is soiled
As our sanity turns spoiled
Commands sent down by light and sound
Imaginary generals lie tired from the war
They will become what they abhor
A well-intentioned virus posing as a cure

A Well - Intentioned Virus

Cryophoria

AN/SQS-26

This one's not good.  This one's just not good.

Mouth Moods

Finally got a chorus recorded. Still needs a bit of work, though. 
Check out Troy's band Memories Of A Murder! www.facebook.com/MOAM231

AN/SQS-26

Zorak Jones (Atlas/C&R)

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