This world
now has no hero to stand in my way
This world is going to die
What have I done?
What have I done?
I feel the Demon
Devoid of joy
Created without love and only to destroy
I feel the Reader
slave to his fate
To lose the hero who's his reason to create
Outside the world, I'm freer than they can ever be
And I can hear the composition singing to me
My power grows as music fills my spirit with sound
There still is hope for resolution yet to be found
I hear the Reader,
Myself, Desol
I hear three parts that can become a greater whole
I hear their spirits
Draw them to mine
I hear the dissonance resolve as we combine
I am a wave of water, light, emotion, and sound
The purest tone, the perfect pitch, vibration profound
I am ideal, the gospel, truth, the knowledge, the word
I am the world, the song as it was meant to be heard
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