The Well​-​Intentioned Virus

by Zao

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credits

released December 9, 2016

Daniel Weyandt
Scott Mellinger
Jeff Gretz
Martin Lunn
Russ Cogdell

Recorded at Treelady Studios (Turtle Creek, PA)
Engineering and mixing by Dave Hidek
Editing/Post Production assistance by Dave Cerminara, Daniel Carballal, Liz Klehm, Al Torrence, Vaughan Woosley
Mastered at Treelady Studios by Garrett Haines
Lacquers cut by Josh Bonati at Bonati Mastering (Brooklyn, NY)
Cover Art by Matt Kerley
Art layout by Ben Buckner

Zao uses Precision Custom Drums, Sabian Cymbals, Esp Guitars, Seymour Duncan Pickups, Dean Markley Strings, Labella Strings, Maxon Effects, Mesa Boogie Amplification, Spectraflex Cables, In-Tune Guitar Picks

US Booking – Andy Rice at Circle Talent Agency
European Booking - Marco Walzel at Avocado Booking
Merchandise – Holy Mountain Printing
General inquiries - info (at) zaoonline (dot) net

All songs composed by Daniel Weyandt, Scott Mellinger and Jeff Gretz (BMI)
© 2016 ZAO Music and Observed/Observer Recordings

If you are reading this: THANK YOU!

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Track Name: The Weeping Vessel
Woe to the vessel
For it couldn’t compose
The igniting spark

Oh, it shuddered
And collapsed
Beneath the weight of it all
Slowly it is reassembled
As a wound not seen but felt

No sense of presence
Oh, again it shudders
Oh, again it collapsed

The vessel
It wept
And crept behind the door

Echoes dripping down the walls
Crawling underneath the floor

Procession to a grave
Unknown is the one we mourn

An entity lost on its way
To this our physical plane

It was a shadow
Cast from a flame
Indestructible energy that still remains
Track Name: A Well-Intentioned Virus
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
Track Name: Broken Pact Blues
Come back to us
Please return to your body
Turn in place to see it
Lying motionless below you
Witness yourself from above
Quiet as a winter night
Still as a photograph
It’s time to return or pass on

So scratch and crawl and climb your way back to us

When a life is fading
The fire dies, behind its eyes
Staring cold and flameless
The blood begins to digitize
Unnaturally the pain dies
Leaving one’s true self erased and cauterized

When a life is fading
The fire dies, behind its eyes

If you can hear my voice
If it can find you in the void
In a place between life and death
Focus on the source of projection
Follow it back to yourself

Scratch, crawl, and climb back to us

Come back to us
Please return to your body
Turn in place to see it
Lying motionless below you
Witness yourself from above
Quiet as a winter night
Still as a photograph
It’s time to return or pass on

So scratch and crawl and climb your way back to us
Track Name: Jinba Ittai
I was born behind these eyes
Sewn into this skin
One with the flesh machine I’m embedded in

I hold my children’s breath
Feel their mother’s pain
Share my brother’s blood
Within my sister’s veins
Cry my mother’s tears
Through my father’s eyes
Tethered to this realm
In consciousness’ disguise

A promise unspoken, for it could never be kept
Offering passages of safety so the host won’t disconnect

Yet the mouths of our graves sing songs of unknown places,
And laugh as we struggle to escape

I have lived behind these eyes
Existed in this skin
Defined by the flesh machine I’m embedded in

The mouths of our graves call these bodies home

I will die behind these eyes
Shed away this skin
Detach from the flesh machine I was embedded in

Separate perception conscious separates
Track Name: Apocalypse
I scream as life crumbles down around me
A force so obscene
Your efforts to save us end in vain.

At the balance we arrive
The weak are sacrificed
You kill them as they sleep
And watch the others weep
All alone
You do as you’re told
You kill so carelessly

The road to your perfect world is paved
On suffering and unmarked mass graves
Signal the apocalypse

If one is a coward, or if one is brave
Both die as they tremble when the curtain is raised
Signal the apocalypse

(They) command
(And) conjure it
Conjure the apocalypse

I scream as life crumbles down around me
A force so obscene
Your efforts to save us end in vain
Track Name: Xenophobe
Never cut by thought or thesis
Evoked by hollow, rabid speeches
That clot up and fall to pieces
Turns into birds that spread diseases

It turns to chemical meditation,
It turns to paranoia and frustration,
It turns to gray rotting teeth,
It turns to entitled, hateful beliefs

Implant a thought, sow the seed
Groom xenophobic racist steeds
Loud and dumb without folly
Shouting, “Stop evolving Uber Alles”

Logic and compassion regress to selfish superstitions

It must be hell to live in fear
Track Name: Haunting Pools
In a fevered dream
A code was shown to me
By disembodied
Tongues clear and clean

You’ll see it, but not with your eyes
Obscured through our mortal disguise

The maze-like depths
Of the haunting pools

If one were to arrive
Below the line
Pulled by the tide
One can’t come out

This code the tongues have spoken
“It was broken when we found it
(We found it like that)”

You’ll see it, but not with your eyes
Obscured through our mortal disguise

The maze-like depths
Of the haunting pools

If one were to arrive
Below the line
Pulled by the tide
One can’t come out
Track Name: Observed/Observer
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

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
Track Name: The Sun Orbits Around Flat Earth Witch Trials
The sun, it orbits around flat earth witch trials
Blood letters penned by leech collectors

Against the grain
Burned at the stake
Deities fill the cavities
In our mouths

A well-worn path, future morphed into the past
A ghost stuck in the cycles, lost in the infinite
Haunting the house of rational thought
Collapse while converging

The past is fiction, forgotten and rewritten
The present, now past, countless moments lapse
The future, lost teacher, a looming callus creature

The sun, it orbits around flat earth witch trials

Crushed and maimed
While shifting the blame
Disfigured social disdain
Again and again and again and again
Track Name: I Leave You In Peace
I was a child when the fear found me,
It’s cursed thoughts coiled around me
Alas, I sought a path, to escape its sadistic reality
My senses flood, with fire and blood,
Presented in such simplicity
The clean line quakes, splits and breaks,
Liken to roots beneath a tree

The one divides
Before my eyes
Spreading out like veins, the imposters now ingrained
The golden streets will flood
With warring siblings blood
An endless strife to prove, their pathway is the truth

As their battlefield burns, I walk away
On one another they turn, I turn away

Splintered by survival’s self-serving feral jaws
Accompanied by its prideful, non-lamenting claws
You’ve created and summoned
The Destroyer of Mercy
And
The Maker of Lost Ways

Detached I am drawn into the empty, expanding horizon as it is
slowly unfolding itself
My vision is fixed on the smoldering sun, sitting low in the
formless hands of space
Rays of light not unlike glowing swords ride in strange
patterns through the skies
Violent waves of hiltless blades shift and shake, turning calmly
from gold to white
They sever all that is within their grasp until this world bleeds
soft and quiet before me
In the void I hear the whispers of long dead stars tell tales of
order through disarray
They say behind the veil of chaos lies peace

Possession triggers change into tangible signs to see
Barren of the fruit to bear, they’re all strangers to me

I wish them peace
Respectfully