This one’s for the people who built the internet’s first creative city — and never stopped showing up.

“DEVIANTS” isn’t a nostalgia piece. It’s a thank-you to the builders, the mod squads, the dreamers, and the quiet architects who turned an experiment into a culture.

The ones who coded through the night, posted through the silence, and found family in a comment thread.

Names like Motti Levy, Liat, Dan, Ariel, Jark, Spyed, Atilla, Liquify, Moonbeam13 — the foundation and the future of what DeviantArt became.

From Flash to Wix, from fan art to full-fledged movements — this song is about creative persistence. About refusing to stop making, even when the world moved on to something louder.

There’s no confetti here. Just rhythm, grit, and gratitude.

If you ever stayed up too late chasing an idea,
if you ever uploaded something and whispered, “let’s see who finds this,”
this one’s for you.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1 – Origin Story]
Started as a sketch in a chatroom dream,
Noise and neon built the team.
A thousand uploads deep, no plan, just spark—
We learned to color in the dark.

Spyed lit the signal, Jark drew the frame,
Moonbeam kept the soul in the name.
Atilla wrote code like it was prayer,
Liquify carved order from thin air.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Now Motti’s steering through the cloud,
Liat’s the calm before the crowd.
Ariel keeps the fire fed,
Dan says, “build it better instead.”

[Chorus 1]
We’re Deviants — loud and precise,
A little unhinged, but always nice.
We made a home from digital clay,
No gods, no gatekeepers, just Yay.
We’re Deviants — flawed but true,
Breaking the frame’s what artists do.

[Verse 2 – The Upload Ritual]
We built our temples in comment threads,
Found old friends in pixels and spreads.
Every crash, every rebrand—
We stayed. We drew. We took a stand.

No fame, no filters, no viral disguise,
Just people with too much vision in their eyes.
The site lagged, the world changed,
And somehow it all still made sense.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now from Flash to AI, from Core to cloud,
We stayed independent, weird, and loud.
Motti, Ariel, Liat, Dan—
You didn’t just build it, you gave it a plan.

[Chorus 2]
We’re Deviants — code and dust,
Fighting the algorithm with trust.
We’re Deviants — still the same,
Uploading proof that chaos can aim.

[Bridge – For the Builders]
For the ones who never stopped sharing,
Even when no one was staring.
For the mods, the misfits, the midnight crews,
Building culture out of déjà-vus.

It’s not nostalgia. It’s proof of life.
We made art through all the strife.
Call it deviance, call it grace—
Either way, this is our place.

[Final Chorus]
We’re Deviants — ink and intent,
Every line a monument.
We’re Deviants — unpolished, free,
A glitch that became community.

[Outro]
Upload complete.
Still weird.
Still here.
Deviants.

🎨 DEVIANTS

Em45 is the broadcast channel of This City’s Silence, built in collaboration with hearts around the world.

Each song is tuned to /432 Hz — calm, human, harmonic.
We make music that includes everyone: those who can hear, those who can’t, those who move, and those who can only feel the rhythm inside.

Em45 is where stories become signal, and silence becomes proof.
Always by heart.

/432 steady.