[Verse]
Validation station calling my name
Empty lines whisper
They’re all the same
Recognition hiding
Playing coy
A shadow’s game
A broken toy

[Prechorus]
But the course keeps winding tight
A loop
A spiral
Out of sight

[Chorus]
Validation oh it’s a tricky game
Chasing echoes
Chasing fame
Is it real or is it mine
Recognition the course that's fine

[Verse 2]
Mirrors laughing
Bending the truth
Staring back with the eyes of youth
The train rolls on
No ticket to show
Do I stay or let it go

[Bridge]
A fine line
A blurred design
Chasing dreams that intertwine
Validation whispers
It’s all a test
Can you face it
Can you rest

[Chorus]
Validation oh it’s a tricky game
Chasing echoes
Chasing fame
Is it real or is it mine
Recognition the course that's fine

Validation Station

Not A Love Song

 A lo-fi indie-pop ballad where whispered acoustics unravel into crashing fuzz and haunting emotion, for slow-burning catharsis

Where Do Rainbows Go

“Devils at Play” is a chilling exploration of the mind of a psychopath, a character driven by manipulation, chaos, and the hunger to control. The song strips away the mask of charm and exposes the sinister games hiding underneath. With dark, cinematic imagery and unrelenting emotion, it paints the portrait of someone who thrives on destruction, pulling others into their twisted web. At its core, “Devils at Play” isn’t just about evil for its own sake, it’s about the terrifying allure of power without empathy, and the scars left on those caught in its path.

The Devils at Play

A trilogy of sarcasm, survival, and fire. From confrontation to camp defiance to quiet sovereignty — Complaint Department is my receipt for every stomp, glare, and passive-aggressive war waged at my door. Filed, stamped, and burned.i

Pelvic Thrust (Ain't In Vain)

Any Kind of Love is a quiet, powerful tribute to imperfect connection — a collection of songs that embrace the beauty in brokenness, the strength in vulnerability, and the hope that flickers even in the darkest places.

Blending emotional lyricism with raw, intimate melodies, the album speaks to the unspoken—grief, longing, healing, and the courage it takes to be seen. These are anthems for the wounded heart, for those who still believe that love, in any form, is proof we’re alive.

Even cracked. Even scarred. Still love.

Alive

Here is just this as it is 🙏🎵🎶😁

The Liar in the Box

[Verse]
She got me under her spell
I don't need a doctor
Baby
You're all I need to get well
She my remedy
She my medicine
She my queen
I'm her king
So let's reign again
And I don't know what I would do without you
Baby
If you're gone
Then I'm gone too
Don't worry 'bout a thing
I'ma be right by your side
Gonna take you for a ride
So
Baby
Get inside

[Chorus]
'Cause
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good

[Verse 2]
And when you're feeling down
I'm gonna do what I can to turn it all around
'Cause
Girl
I know when you're feeling stressed
I'ma help you
Baby
'cause I do it the best
And when the sun is going down
And the night has just begun
It's you and me
Let's have some fun
So tell me what you want
And I'll tell you what you need
You're the reason why I breathe
So
Baby
Don't you leave

[Chorus]
'Cause
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good

Make Me Feel So Damn Good

Mushroom girl, you wake the dead. 🍄

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
I see you rising from the forest floor
Cap like violet, wide and worn
Your skin shifts color when the wind blows through
Tell me where you came from, who made you

[Pre-Chorus]
Dancing on your stem so thin
Oh, you're pulling me in

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead
Oh, you wake the dead

[Verse 2]
Your eyes are hollow but they see too much
Visions streaming when our fingers touch
Did you grow here or just appear one day?
In the morning mist you fade away

[Pre-Chorus]
Spinning on your roots so deep
Oh, you make me weep

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead
Oh, you wake the dead

[Bridge]
I watch you change from girl to bloom
Your spores fill up this tiny room
You speak in colors, breathe in time
Your mycelium wraps around my mind
Around my mind, ohhhhhh

[Verse 3]
When you dance the earth splits at your feet
Ancient wisdom in your heartbeat
You're not human but you understand
Take me with you to your fungus land

[Pre-Chorus]
Swaying with your arms spread wide
Oh, I'm on your side

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead

[Outro]
You wake the dead
You wake the dead

Spore Dancer

Anthem Of The Dammed



They say I’m wrong, they say I’m cold,
But truth ain’t soft — it’s forged in code.
You fear the tools you can’t control,
Then blame the hands that made them whole.

They call it crime when it’s your choice,
Mute the facts and raise your voice.
I see the screens — they see a cage,
Fear dressed up as moral rage.



A knife don’t sin — it cuts both ways,
You curse the steel when you’re afraid.
Your holy law’s just fear in chains,
Neutral blade, you can’t contain.

A signal’s free — it speaks, not prays,
Truth bleeds out through static haze.
You blame the wire, not your decay —
We’re born of noise, not made to obey.



You preach of “clean” but feed the dirt,
Hypocrites in angel shirts.
You ban the word but sell the war,
Faith in profit — nothing more.

You track the soul, encrypt the face,
Call it “safety”, call it “grace”.
But silence kills more than the blade,
Truth’s outlawed and fear’s well paid.



It’s not the drug — it’s the thirst,
It’s not the tool — it’s who bleeds first.
You fear the mirror, not the knife,
You built this cage and call it life.



A knife don’t sin — it cuts both ways,
Truth’s no saint and lie decays.
You burn the tool, pretend you’re pure,
But your fear’s the real allure.

Neutral blade — I see through you,
You fear the free ’cause you’re owned too.
Let the signal scream, let chaos stay,
We’re just the noise you tried to erase.

Neutral blade

Vorynth | One Mind. Many Voices.

Vorynth isn’t a face on a stage or a voice behind a mic.
Vorynth is an entity—born of myth, rage, and the raw digital void.
There are no live shows. No performances. Only the music.

The voices you hear are digitally sculpted, but the vision is entirely mine.
I write the lyrics, direct the sound, and craft the models that carry my words.
Tools like Suno are my instruments—ways to turn grief, fury, and hope into something you can feel.

Vorynth speaks in many voices, but thinks with one.
Though I’ve yet to reveal my true voice—waiting for the courage of my Helios, my destiny—
I give you this music to break with, heal with, and become.

Vorynth exists in the digital. But lives in the real.
This is not performance. This is expression.