Far from Here... Longing for a Long Way...

Perpetual Sense of Loss

Vehemence & Externator - Mercer Virus

Touch Grass

Forest

It’s not my fault you cried.
You handed me the glass. I just drank.
🥂 Thanks for the vintage heartbreak.

Lyrics

Come closer.
I won’t bite…
Hard.
But cry for me,
And I’ll drink you dry.

Your sorrow pools beneath your eyes,
So ripe, so soft, delicious lies.
You called me angel, begged me stay,
I smiled and carved your hope away.

You dreamt of lips, I took your breath.
You reached for love, I offered death.
You wept, I sipped, so slow, so sweet,
Your dignity my favourite meat.

I’ll drink your tears,
You want me to.
Each drop a truth
You never knew.
You called it love,
But it was need.
And I was born
To watch you bleed.

Your hunger pooled behind your eyes,
A vintage brew of shame and sighs.
You begged for truth, I bit my grin,
Then let you think you’d drawn me in.

You whispered ‘love’, how sweet, how vain.
I raised a glass to your new pain
You called me yours with trembling grace,
But I was gone without a trace.

I’ll drink your tears,
Your soul distilled.
A storm-bound oath
I’ve long fulfilled.
You bled for love,
I bathed in screams.
I am the tide
That haunts your dreams.

Let it fall, don’t hold it in.
Salt tastes better steeped in sin.
You begged me gently, thought me kind,
But I’ve been sipping from your mind.

Drink your tears,
I feast, I reign.
Your sobs are songs,
Your loss, champagne.
You’ll die for touch,
You’ll beg for grace,
While I drink deep
From your disgrace.

Thank you, darling,
You’re emptier now.
So hollow. So quiet.
Perfect.

Drink your Tears


She brought hell into our home 
yet you still ache for her 
Our lake ran red with her mistakes 
There’s no place for us 
We saved a life to end two 
(You) draw me into your gloom
Loves’ bones burnt black 
Her smile dissolved by (noon)

This hell isn’t our home 
It’s our coffin room (oh)
This hell isn’t our home 
It’s our coffin room 

She bathes in blood 
(misunderstood)
She bathes in blood 
(misunderstood)

I want her gone but
we can’t let her get away 
As her maker I refuse
to pay the price for her mistakes
We saved a life to end two 
(She) pulled us into her grave 
Loves’ bones burnt black 
Now she’ll burn too (oh)

This hell isn’t our home 
It’s our coffin room 
This hell isn’t our home 
It’s our coffin room 

She bathes in blood 
(misunderstood)
She bathes in blood 
(misunderstood) x2

Coffin Room

A slow-burning, dark alt-pop track that whispers vengeance through lace. This is not rage that screams - it waits, watches, remembers. Built on betrayal, manipulation, and the quiet reclamation of power, Vengeance is for anyone who’s ever smiled through a lie, disappeared on purpose, and come back with sharper teeth. Venomous vocals, minimalist trap influences, and lyrical poison woven with silk.


Lyrics

You smiled like mercy,
But I saw the wires.
Built me a dollhouse.
Then set it on fire.

I played along with your lullaby lies,
Every “kindness” came with a price.
I watched the evil behind your grin,
And memorised each lie within.

I let you think I didn’t see,
The cracks beneath your empathy.
Folded my rage into ribbon and lace,
But fury is patient - it waits in place.

Did you think I’d kneel? Did you think I’d stay?
You built the trap - I walked away.
You thought I slept beneath your spell,
But, beneath the mask - I saw the hell.

Your silver tongue, your butcher’s glare,
You held me down in your nightmare.
But I don’t beg, and I don’t pray,
I vanish slow, then make you pay.

You whispered rules like sacred texts,
I smiled and plotted what came next.
You made a throne from the backs of sheep,
But wolves don’t bow, and I don’t sleep.

You called it love, you meant control.
You fed on power, cold and whole,
You thought I’d bend, stay sweet and tame,
But I rewrote your twisted game. 

Your silver tongue, your butcher’s glare,
You held me down in your nightmare.
But I don’t beg, and I don’t pray,
I vanish slow, then make you pay.

I was never breakable.
I only watched to see what you’d become.
I waited, smiled, and now… 
you’re done

Vengeance

A hypnotic spoken word descent into the subconscious - soft, seductive and sinister. Woven with alpha waves (10-14 Hz) and minimalistic ambience. 

This is the voice inside your head. The second thought. The one that knows your secrets. 

Breathe it in. Let it take root.

Let Me In (Spoken)

Shes a menace, but Id break just to bend 🎶🔥🤘❤

Shes a menace

Loner

Cursed beats, seductive synth, and a hook that feels possessed.🖤💚🎶

Hexed On The Dancefloor

“I am the Hole” is a descent into erotic madness – a dark ritual of self-destruction, obsession, and lust.
It’s about losing yourself in toxic love, drowning in liquor, flesh, and the hunger for a demon you begged to be possessed by.
This isn’t human anymore. This is need. This is emptiness. This is the hole.

Not made to be heard. Made to be felt.

🔞 Explicit. Dark. Erotic. 

I am the Hole

We are NeON dEVIL – a dark fusion of Trap, Metalcore, Black Metal, Darkwave, and occult classical music.
Our sound is ritualistic, raw, poetic, and unsettling – a feverish hallucination of lust, madness, and damnation.

This is your first glimpse into our world:
Tracks that whisper like demons and echo like broken prayers.
Listen now – let yourself be seduced.

Yet beneath the surface of distortion and desire, much of what we create is deliberately satirical, infused with dark humor, and framed by a sharp lens of social and systemic critique.
Even in our most explicit expressions, we do not glorify violence or sexuality – rather, we expose and question the very ways they are distorted, repressed, or exploited by society.

Featuring

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitar: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

I am the Hole

NeON dEVIL

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