Instinct tells you to flee
So you move cautiously
When the day comes to end
Paranoia begins
Where you go, we can see
Through the eyes of the trees
No one can hear the screams
Welcome to the end
Behold the night is starless
We gather in the darkness
We the creatures that move at twilight
These charms grow arms in the Stygian Night
When you aimed at the heart
That was only the start
Words turned into a knife
Buried in paradise
You thought no one could see
Carried on foolishly
Now you'll answer to me
Welcome to the end
Tim Arnold's latest album of lushly detailed art-pop explores the insidious ways tech surveillance has become a part of our lives. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023