I don’t wanna see the same damn thing
Keep on coming up with something like the same old script
And for ages I’ve been telling you to comfort me
I’m so tired, keep my wrapped up, won’t you undress me

I don’t wanna be alone
Keep me coming back for more
Trying to refrain
I can’t hold back

I don’t wanna see the same damn thing
Keep on coming up with something like the same old script
And for ages I’ve been telling you to comfort me
I’m so tired, keep my wrapped up, won’t you undress me

I’m out of my mind
You’ve taken control
You play with my head
And make me your doll
But I’m not your slave
And I won’t behave
I’m also deranged
And I am contagious
And I am contagious

Codependency has taken me by the throat
I don’t wanna live like this anymore
I am rotting from the inside
I am rotting from the inside

Contagious

Poxsey was born under a new moon, when producer Justin Symbol and vocalist Violet began crafting music together. From their first sessions, the duo conjured a darkly enchanting blend of dystopian darkwave, post-punk, and electro-pop—laced with industrial grit and witch house shadows. It's music for the midnight hours: dreamy, raw, and otherworldly.

Poxsey blends the haunted minimalism of Boy Harsher with the glitchy chaos of Crystal Castles and the raw emotion of early Nine Inch Nails.

Poxsey (pronounced Po-zee) carries layered meanings. There’s the eerie nursery rhyme: “Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies”—a reference to flowers strewn on plague-era graves. There’s the sting of being called a poser, the ache of feeling like an outcast even among outsiders. And there’s pox itself: a symbol of plague, curse, and rot.

True to its name, Poxsey is both cutesy and cursed—delicate as a flower petal, yet jarring and confrontational like a mass grave. Each song tells a story: sometimes grotesque, always honest. And in that brutal honesty, a fragile, fleeting beauty is born.