Breathing out, every word she makes sounds the same
Under her spell, I can only hear her call my name
Born under fire in the evil of the western wood
My fate is understood
I know the motion of sin
A perpetual fire to burn us within
I know the motion of sin
When the bridges come down another burning begins
Breaking down, wanting only to escape her embrace
Turn and run, knowing deep down it's already too late
Losing Ground in the evil of the western wood
My fate is understood
This is not what we started
The wrath of love departed
Her body turned to dust we pray
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