ZAO LYRICS

1. 1,000,000 Outstretched Arms Of Nothing

Isolated.
Inside of everything.
Black hole sphere.
Balanced inside the eye.
Positive and negative chaos.
1,000,000 outstretched arms of nothing, whose fingers search for something...
And there is a prison in my mind.
Death is inside of us.
Reality changes around us.
As time unfolds us...
All eyes see what they want to and not what they need to.
All hearts are over before it begins.
Fate at the wheels of chance, the wheels of chance, the wheels of chance.
Lucidity is our bridge between life and the great unknown.
We cross without hesitation

2. Entropica

We are the poison to the antidote that's killing us, the question to the answer.
Demeaning us with empty morals, detached from reality they tell us what's real.
How could you take.
My life is gone.
And I don't know why.
You're on your own now.
Find you dead.
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, to nest in filth and howl at the moon.
Hollow well-groomed failures outside of prison bar mansions that made the earth's skin crawl.
How could you take.
My life is gone.
And I don't know why.
You're on your own now.
Find you dead.
There is no time to rest and heal our wounds.
Black wind talker and singer of songs...
How could you take.
My life is gone.
And I don't know why.
You're on your own now.
Find you dead.
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, to nest in filth and howl at the moon.
No good words could find his tongue that day.

3. The Eyes Behind The Throne

The eyes behind the throne beam fear into our minds, beg for us to borrow
Scared to roam outside our cages.
Lost in fluorescent mazes.
Loopholes and unwanted favors.
At war for our future.
At war for the past.
A war we cannot grasp, grasp.
Life's a game played until you die.
Will they ever tell you who's right?
Control the mislead.
Over-opinionated.
Undereducated.
Apprentice above its master.
Rewrite and reprogram.
At war for our future.
At war for the past.
A war we cannot grasp.
Life's a game played until you die.
Will they ever tell you who's right?
Control the mislead.

4. Human Cattle Masses Marching Forward

Human cattle masses marching forward.
Their eyes are blank and erratic, susceptible to the droning hypnosis that rides through dissonant skies.
Loud and arrogant choir like voices, singing as they trample the earth and the truths of the past.
Violence meets their opposition.
Human cattle masses marching forward.
Scared and consuming, wearing their masters brand.
Questioning not where they are going.
Human cattle masses marching forward... forward... forward... forward.

5. Romance Of The Southern Spirit

Every kiss is a goodbye kiss
And every touch is momentary
Like trying to hold her ghost
Yes she disappears at sunrise
Some times the past is all we have
I see you in my mind so clearly
A salvation to these tired, cold and searching eyes
We fade, we fade away like dream
We come apart at the seam
Every moment comes to an end

Just another fading memory
She let life destroy her
Move through me like a ghost
No one to break their blades
No one to cut their throats

All of your words will wash away
My broken heart stills mends
But you could care less anyway

6. What Will You Find?

What will you find, when you stare through the mirror into the graveyards of your mind?
Where hatred is born from the ashes of lies, demons and angels blot out the sky, blot out the sky.
You conform your faith, making your opinion truth, lash out every time someone disagrees with you.
Obsessed with protecting some type of pride is the cause many a man with gun in hand has died.
And his ghost was thinking as they buried him that night, it was all in vain, cause everyone thinks they're the one who's right, the one who's right, the one who's right, the one who's right.
Your face is alabaster and forgotten.
Countless years of wearing masks.
You'll be rewarded with emptiness for staying faithful to the task.

7. Awake?

Awake?
I have nothing.
Absorbed slowly into inevitability.
Deep roots slither into the earth.
My thoughts are numb and alert.
It's the same as I'm sleeping.
Confusing revelation.
They slip away like dreams, even as I'm dreaming.
Thoughts obey patterns, old warehouse computers.
Our future becomes the past as it all gently disappears.
Our eyes remain open while our mind recoils.
See them take aim, steal away your rights again.
Like serpents in plain sight, received as angels and heroes in the arms of the terrified masses.
Change is fear.
Fear is the devil.
The devil has angels at his side.
See them take aim, steal away your rights again.

8. Quiet Passenger Pt. 1

Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin.
Asleep with blank, wide eyes.
Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin.
Asleep with blank, wide eyes.
And at night I fear my own way to lose it.
And if you think that I'm alone you'll never prove it.
Numbness fades into pins and needles, depression and irrational fears.
And at night I fear my own way to lose it.
And if you think that I'm alone you'll never prove it.
And at night I fear my own way to lose it.
And if you think that I'm alone you'll never prove it.

9. Reveal

Let the future dogs of tomorrows cry vanish in the past.
Set free the cold tongue that speaks, laughing out at last.
Costumed and throned, translucent power, reveal at will.
These cities bare our minor scars, giving command to images.
Guided through the mind, exposed to fire by your enemy's weapon.
Know they wouldn't be so easy to trust, easy to visit.
Holder of now.
Quiet star.
Appearance ingrained as metal teeth are to the fatalities.
Fill the lung.
Our future pasts are seeking us now toward the vastness of projection.
Infuse the object.
Coil to bend.
Reveal.
Reveal.
Reveal.
Imaginator.
Imaginator.

10. Quiet Passenger Pt. 2/The World Caved In

In the attics and crawlspaces of my mind, there are stowaways and quiet passengers.
They've been there since I was a child, whispering softly amongst themselves.
I wear this crown of hate.
Feel the blood run down my face.
I know all your pain.
Waiting on unforeseeable events.
Puppeteering from beneath my skin.
Suffocating invisible boxes.
Pools of blood up to their knees.
I wear this crown of hate.
Feel the blood run down my face.
I know all your pain.
My crown weighs me to the ground while the medicine keeps me calm, keeps me calm.
Descendant of sickness, descendant of hate.
Descendant of sickness, descendant of hate.

The world caved in on my friend today.
And with his shaking hands he closed his eyes and he walked away.
Without a reason or goodbye.
The foundation quakes.
The rafters shake.
Climbing slow into the sky.
He removed his crown before he drifted down and fell ever so asleep.
She found his shell in the morning.
Her heart leap sad and fast.
He is here yet he has gone away, in numb silence from the past.





ZAO LYRICS