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Zodozer II

by Zodozer

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1.
Meantime 04:48
So slow, and in a weakened state With shoulders breaking into grey Culled chasm dines on the indirect No wheel can spin a howl phase In the meantime, under floorboards The knock is sounded, they are not free Stand still and breathing, perplexing rhythm A horse was born, a fountain deep Wipe the sweat from my working brow Earned all I can, and never gained Noticed young, that this was not for me I’ve aimed for death, had half the prize In the meantime, under floorboards The knock is sounded, they are not free Stand still and breathing, perplexing rhythms A horse was born, a fountain deep So complete Lines are drawn It’s up to me Can she whisper, or is it always loud? Neither worm, the knot, an efforted tile Slip off into the inter-void Rest deeper than all hallowed halls In the meantime, under floorboards The knock is sounded, they are not free Stand still and breathing, perplexing rhythms A horse is born, a fountain deep
2.
Emptying 04:13
Hear the knocking, feel a pressure unrefined Deterred by fading displays Volume of insipid, zombies slaved to pace an instruction It climbs in droves, based on century modes A constant refraction, of useless egos Open a cabinet, sort through jars of a mage Your wrists are bound, and inundated Fortune of denial, zombies slaved to pace and shove Duty Duty It climbs in droves, based on century modes A constant refraction, of useless egos Reduce our spark, to die away, to die away, to die away To die away To die away To die away To die away To die away To die away To die away
3.
New Skin 06:03
New skin Squat opal, done oval, harpoon in the fray Had one shot, glancing the ward Squid and dead whale, open discovery Converse with what’s left of a barn Strobing, reloading Its chord wrapped in infinite lift Light has been moved, by the jar, by the jar Give it up for colonial craft I’ve crept in her skin Carried on undetected Blend into last caravan Her skull is a fist Like a meal, like a meal I’ll move on in her footprints Is my cobra clone over? My shoes in the way? At once shot, glanced with what is poured The living has needs, I pinned up this covering Rehearse with the theft of the warm Crobing, encoding It’s chord wrapped in decorative shifts Light will be moved, by the star, by the star Give up on custodial traps I’ve crept in her skin Carried on undetected Blend into lost caravan Her skull is a fit Like a meal, like a meal I’ll move on in her footprints No Increased inside A miracle of vines Inept, incapable of swimming out Invading eye Dawn breaks like it never has Equipping me with endless sorrow I’ve crept in her skin Carried on undetected Blend into last caravan Her skull is a fit Like a meal, like a meal I’ll move on in her footprints By a toggle, does squabble, had an in, in osprey Had one shot, glamming the word Trim and scheduled, tanker of dusting Confessed, what’s left of your charm Cold as the fall passed Its chord wrapped in elegant white Light will be moved, by the mar, by the mar Given up on my dismal crane casts I’ve crept in her skin Carried on undetected Blend into last caravan Her skull is a fit Like a meal, like a meal I’ll move on in her footprints Footprints! It looks like a painting no one attended It looks like a painting We’ll be back We’ll be back We’ll be back We’ll be back In her skin In her skin Nude
4.
The Easel 11:02
Cattered tempest, callous seamstress, born to walk a line It’s been laid out for all eyes And from that point, we’re thrust alone into a porch Dealt a boring handle to retry Grand for open soothes Hung on the hook of ever truth The hook The dull report depicts a glue unstagged Vile, reborn, uneven The painter answers, and never falters His easel drenched in wine His easel drenched in wine! She sits shyly posing for a portrait of her end His skill untouched by all or most He notes the jasper beetles gnawing on her eyes Her hair undone by the unfair hand of chimes Unfair hand of chimes Rear The echo Forever The dull reports depicts a glue unstagged Vile, reborn, uneven The painter answers, and never faulters His easel drenched in wine! His easel drenched in wine! His easel drenched in wine Breath in my water, and please just die Give it all over to us Reset the locks, and deliver us all to a metric divine and profane Historic destruction of human emotion, I’ll cast you all to the clay Iron default and dismay Close faults, erratic display Counted on rocks that distort All over again and again Penultimate legion of unnumbered reeling, uphold the shape of the strand Obsequious flocks, degenerates’ clocks, subservient docks of her plan Iron default and dismay Close faults, erratic display Counted on rocks that distort All over again and again
5.
Recharge 02:27
And letters in fog, regarded The decorative fall of a hand Completion of art and descension Changing the fortunes of lands Recharge the pit of attention Whipping chorus of woe Leave the landscape in tatters For all those left in control Full cabin at odds, deleted Crane lifts at the corner, and sands Dead prophets denied, and obstructed Changing the future to send Recharge! Recharge the pit of attention Whipping chorus of woe Leave the landscape in tatters For all those left in control
6.
Hold 06:38
Impossible features, snaked and woven in wood I agreed to nefarious plans We’ll bring a standard, created in crowel A shoulder to saddle for ownership For ownership Contentious witch hunt, evening coated in Cain Wicker winding like unfair braids I’ll force a standard, engage with the growth A shimmer, a gleam for ownership Interlocking creatures dying, posed in decay I consume them, from their very graves Wall All More Wading out into empty waves, schedule of days to gray Wading out into empty waves, all of the days to gray All All All Old Hold! I need to act! This feeling is drained I need to act! Distinct and deshelled I need to act! New
7.
Brittle canyon, interaction, doornails lead away To hold black stutter in chaos chute A flood devolved Obstruct parades Leave, and orchestrate With ready bloom I rip my thicket, turn the moon knit, great as pleasure’s dust Peruse the bindings, feel the deadest and read up A carriage bag of bones, deloused in chomicas Beast of torrents, towned in floods A flood devolved Obstruct parades Leave, and orchestrate With ready bloom Dissect Cut threads and ligaments Neglect All vapors, with mist I shall dance Explain A movement to a sow A rumor Was set out as creed Was it alive for me? Was it alive for me? Was it alive for me? Was it alive for me”? Dissect Cut threads and ligaments Neglect All vapors, with mist I shall dance Explain A movement to a sow A rumor Was set out as creed Crawl despondent, and electric Against the well, give up your precious skin Crawl despondent, and electric Against the well, give up your precious skin
8.
My Home 06:28
Weave between the trees with motivation, to glance upon this property is all I can smell where I had exited, from these branches I can see my form Sneak up the tree, reenter my body, my shell now walking back into my home I remember the halls Each room, each window I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss And our children, they are shaken by the loss You wake slightly, doubting my touch Staring at photos with peace, I could reconvene Reconvene the meaning, the battle And die again, for spite No one cherished me in life, I will now block out the light I remember the halls Each room, each window I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss And our children, they are shaken by the loss You wake slightly, doubting my touch I remember the halls Each room, each window I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss And our children, they are shaken by the loss You wake slightly, doubting my touch I remember the halls Each room, each window I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss And our children, they are shaken by the loss You wake slightly, doubting my touch Should I die again? Repeat the cycle? Make the wound forever open? Should I die again? Repeat the cycle? Make the wound forever open?

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The 2022 effort from Zodozer, a two-man collaboration between Clay Neely (Black Pyramid) and songwriter/lyricist Naythen Wilson.

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released August 22, 2022

Clay Neely: guitar, drums, bass, keyboards
Naythen Wilson: vocals, lyrics

Engineered by Clay Neely
Mastered by Matt Washburn
Artwork: "Alora" by Ray Gaston

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