I think my shadow hates me
The endless starvation is grinding the key to the well
Of how to mind sail
Grey erosion or envious lust
Filth confusion they all say they you must
Fall asleep in your chair
Don’t forget where to stare
For that rush of your brain turned mush
They tell you to march
And keep at your throat
every time you have a thought
Self hate is the joker Of all human frailties
Fools forget
Saints forgive
If you’d love me
All I would give
Hell will feast on those who sink in grief
Quiet, the giants are dreaming
Their thoughts move the sky and their breath moves the wind
Nothing is shameful as hunger
And it is my master
The pit calls me daily
It devours my misery
Love me shadow
Wont you please love me
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