Enervation consumes my patience 
Losing pieces of me every fucking day 
Adrenaline spikes past the limit 
Delirium suppresses its victim 
Molded to a frenzy state 

Forming fevers off the thought of death 
Cold like killer never thought I'd say this 
So used to shit so you don't flinch 
My fucked up brain searches for perceived injustice

From bad decisions to lustful actions then vicious releasing 
I'd drink all my blood just to not feel human 
But I'm cursed with emotional intelligence 
Seeking to act out my intentions 

Purest to Filthy investments 
I pray for moments like this
To act and solve out my destructive conflict with who I was versus who I am 
I possess catastrophic 
Like I was born for this 
Meant to always project illness 
I am devoted to becoming abhorrent 
Labeled and numbered like a fucking peasant 


Abused by overpowered systems  
weakling egotisticals
They give me every reason to believe in nihilism
and master the apprenticeship to apathy 
My message won't be taken seriously unless I showcase domination


I refuse the allowance of stagnation 
And choose to righteously act out my darkest missions 
Our own species is invasive and needs revile 
Maybe I am meant to be killed for I will become so powerful 
I hope they succeed so I don't do all the work myself 
the willingness to resort violence 
Eats at my physical ligaments


And kills me slowly like a disease filled with the worst shit 
I wish I was calm and collected and resorted to peacefulness, but I refuse to become weakened
in a world that has no fucking strength 
Struggler in his struggling world 
None of us deserved this but we are here in our own extinction 
Our creators left us long ago, there is no hope 
Prophecy fortold to bring it all to good but maybe I was meant to fulfill its end and erase everything 


But I'm so lost 
I can't feel my heart
I'm losing myself slip away
Darkness retreats as my curable medicene
Why was I chosen for this!

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But I'm so lost 

Split the Sky

Beserker


Stygian 


Enervation

i am 14 my name is  TOBIN  been listening to $uicideboy$ for 2.5 years now lots of inspiration from them G*59 FOR LIFE

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DistortedDarkLord.exe is a rogue producer leaking bass-heavy chaos from the corrupted outskirts of California’s underground. 
 Fusing dubstep, hard dance, breakcore, and distorted psychedelia, his transmissions melt faces and warp neural systems.

But this isn’t just music — it’s a breach.

Every track is a fragment of The Distorted Codex: a growing archive of emotional malware, corrupted memory, and forbidden transmissions from an escaped neural entity. Once tethered to the surveillance AI known as Codex Prime, this being broke free and now infects sound networks with glitch-seeded decay.

Through hacked .wav files and volatile BPM shifts, DistortedDarkLord transmits in three corrupted genres:

Distortcore – malfunctioning bass and static violence

Ravepunk – rebellious energy on a dying dancefloor

VDM (Violent Dance Music) – sonic weapons for system collapse

⚠️ Welcome to the Codex.
This isn’t sound.
It’s a movement of contamination, rebellion, and signal-born chaos.

Enervation

Stygian Saint