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Victorian Deviant

Victorian Deviant is a darkwave musician known for their haunting and atmospheric soundscapes. With influences ranging from goth rock to classical music, Victorian Deviant creates a unique blend of ethereal melodies and brooding lyrics. Their music often explores themes of love, loss, and the mysteries of the human psyche, creating a captivating and introspective listening experience. more »

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Life lived on life
He did not formulate the law in clear set terms
And moralize about it
He did not even think the law
What I found there was unthinkable
And almost of thinkable
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
I thought it was the limelight, but it was the high beams
I never go to sleep so resort to daydreams
I got knowledge and recycled oxygen
My timeline approximate
It ain't what it seems, living for the cream
For the ends there's a means creased inside my primal genes
Get it while you're still fresh, blood inside your breath
And it is for the best young cadet
Fate is preset, you're wishing death upon your death
And automatically from the deepest depths
We sell away our souls to pay these debts
Picking up the pieces spiritual vultures
Thought I had a gut feeling but it was an ulcer
They molding the mind, systematic sculptors
And paved in the way is statute of their sculptures
They turn on the news, foggy views
Cataracts in my third eye
The old wage war to let the youth die
My cranium isn't yet endowed
I'm caught in the foggy view of youth's cloud
I'm only nineteen, Fluoxetine fiend
Civilian quarantined, if I ever get to leave
Will I become war weaned
Or is it something threaded in the seams
Embedded in my genes of my nightmarish daydreams
You're a bug
Ugly, misformed, little creature
Who has no purpose here
No meaning
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
My mind's collectives gain momentum
Break the surface and bend 'em
Regain all my senses in a sentence
View these prolific duties of yours truly
Reality I seize, living through the movies
Before we start the rhythm
Before I lay down some precision
The mechanisms of my lyricism
Are formatted symbolism
I'm a fucked up organism
I am a human being
I am not limited to concrete beings
I don't remember when I had ceased breathing
But memories are seeping
On the axis they're leaking
And the abstract I'm seeking
The journey has deepened
From old age they've weakened
And I've tried speaking
But my tongue is tied by my rigid leather hide
Your interstellar guide
All I abide by is all I am tied by
All I am tied by is all I am tried by
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
I can't be a prophet, I can't be a prophet
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
All I abide by is all I am tied by
All I am tried by is all I am tied by
All I abide by is all I am tied by
All I am tied by is all I am tried by
All I abide by is all I am tied by
All I am tried by is all I am tied by
All I am tried by is all I abide by
All I am tied by is all I am tried by
Illusions that you inject into your veins with printer's ink
The narcotics that you call literature
Poetry, essays, all kind
You have nothing but spindly limbs and a dream
And the state has no use for your kind

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