I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun With a member of my aging family I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun And a lake so big it looked just like the sea The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…

Inspired by an offhand comment made on the podcast My Favorite Murder.

A throwback to old school electro, as well as to a much earlier song I once wrote called "Das Doomenhaus".

To create the beat to this song, I improvised wildly on midi drums, then let the app try to quantized it.

This was just about finished when I decided some audio from my friend Kelcy would add something, so I got her permission to use it.