C̴̥̿ǫ̷͐n̵͕̽f̸͍̃ḙ̵͂t̴͙̚t̷̟̎i̷̎͜ ̵̲̅-̴̛͇ ̷̥͠S̷͍̈́q̵͕͌ú̷̙a̴̹͌r̵̟̈ȩ̸͝Ṡ̶̝ÿ̷̨́n̵͊͜t̷̫͐ạ̴͝x̵̲̌

Shattered

Confetti - Squaresyntax

Prod. LMG

https://open.spotify.com/track/0UOnz9RN6ITXglm9j9FeVJ?si=cd6638d32e814a11

Losing out on the Human Experience

S̸̞͝q̶̓ͅų̷̕â̵̤ř̵̠e̷̹͘s̷̹̍ý̸͎ṇ̶͝t̵͔̏ȃ̵͓ẍ̴̢ ̵͙͒-̵̪͝ ̸̬̀T̸̖͆i̶̥͠c̴̻̽k̴̲̋i̷̻̇n̷͖̍g̵͛͜

S̸̢̬̗̹̬̭̠̫͇͓͕̒͜i̶̧̙̰͔̩̥͇͂̊̏̓̉͐̔͛̈́͒̈́͛͛̕ñ̶̛̹̘̫̖̹͆̈́̿̌̀̊̀͛̄̌̒̋̆̿g̶̡̯̙̠̪̙͙̝̻̞̳̣̣̥͇̺͛̓̉̇l̵̢̮͔̳̖͕͕͉̭̀͋̌͑͆̈́̇͘̕͜͝e̵̡̗̗̦̖̦̪̺̙͂͒̿͋͑̀ͅͅ ̶̢̧̛̲̩̦͔̰̦̬̭̙̯̏̽̎̍̄̆̂̈͜ͅf̷͉̪͖̜̠̤͙̝̼͉̹̎́͒̀̊ͅr̸̨̛̞͓͇̤̻̮̪̅̆̾̍͛̓̄̍́̀́̚͘ͅơ̴̧̞̟̬͍̻͉̜̲̖̰̜͙͐̉̑̐̄́̉̏̿̚͝m̵̧͚̳̱̮͉̖̙̙̱̈́͑͗̃͒͒̈́̾͗͘͜͝ ̸̨̨̗̣͇͈̲̫̭̤̥̙̜̓̆̀̈́͛̾̆̒͂̉̍͒̕̚͜ͅt̷̯̻͔̣̲̠̲̠͔͈̖̺͚̘̜̙̒̈́̽̏̀̄̆͑́͑̈̄̅͐́́̋ḩ̴͎͉̻͉͔̟͒͆͂͝ę̸̛̣̇̍̐̍͊̾̔͂̑̈́̔̚̚̕ ̵̢͇̮̗̙͖̳͖̗͚̾̅̾̓͛̓͋̊̕͝ų̴̨̹̙̣͎͎̩̯̦̳̞̓̊̇̂͜ͅp̶̧̢̤̭̩̗̭̬͈͈̈́̚͠c̷̢̢̢̥͙̭̹̹͈͚̲̺̝̘̰̆̌̇̓̏̈̀̈́͐͘͠ô̶̢͉̰̣͍͛̊̈̒̋m̸̰̖̭̰̟͂̃̉̇͛͌̔̏̀͋͛̾̈̚̕͘͘ḭ̵̡̡̘̳̤̱̩͍̯̲̳̭̰͚͂̐͜n̵̮̣͖͔͂͂̈͐͗̇̎̈́̉́g̴̢̟̰̲̲̖̭̻͓̬̦̞̜̅͐̽̈́͛̀̾̈͋͠͠ͅ ̷̡̢͙͓̤̮̹̯̗͕̄̊̐͆͐͐̈̅̔͒̏͆̑͛̒̔ą̴̢̣͍͖͚͙̬̱̻̙̩̮͙͊̅̌̽̑̉̕l̸̫̩͎̞̻͙̥̥̼̋̌̏̍̄̅̃͜b̴̢̛̛͖͈͉͚̙̳̱̘̬͚̠͍̎̓̇̓̊̿͂͒̐̀̇̕͝ǘ̸̡̥̜̼̳̹͓̰͇̣̹̼̱̂͊̃̓̏͝m̴̹͚̀͒̈́̽̋͒̈́͗̎͋̎̚͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̙̣̺̩̯͚̙̌́̄̑̈́̇̃̂̽̈́̀̀͘̕͜͠"̷̛͉̲̭̣̳̙̆̈́̆̿̂͊̅͑̅͗̔̈͋͂́͝S̷̡̨̺͇̻̲̮̼͉̺̒̆̂͗̌͌̏́͂͐͂́͋̓͑͠͝h̷̛̬̖͋̓͐̇̈́͛̀̃͊͒̍͘a̵̛̠͍̯̹̤͙̜̱͖̪͎̍͌͗̾̀̉̋́͐̇̒̈́ṫ̵̛̝̫̝͎͇͍̪͎̥̩̥̙͂͂̈͗̄̉͂̃̋͗͒͐͘ṫ̷͓̲̖͉̬̩̺̞̙͓͈̗̪̰̥̊̇̅͌̐̋͆͆͊ͅé̷̻̤̏̋̅̂̋̊̑̈̀̆̑̅̃̑͗̋ȑ̷̩e̷̛̙̼̮̬̮̫̻͖̻̺̮̻͊̊́̓̈́͋̿̅͑̕͜͝d̶̨̢͙̦̯̤̻͉̼̜̬̘̱̻̼̍̃͊̀͆͌̿̅͊͂̕̕͜͝ͅ"̷̪̗̝͚͈̼̬̥̻̰̬̂̈́͗̂͛̈́̚ͅ

S̸̞͝q̶̓ͅų̷̕â̵̤ř̵̠e̷̹͘s̷̹̍ý̸͎ṇ̶͝t̵͔̏ȃ̵͓ẍ̴̢ ̵͙͒-̵̪͝ ̸̬̀T̸̖͆i̶̥͠c̴̻̽k̴̲̋i̷̻̇n̷͖̍g̵͛͜

We taste this end with our teeth clenched
In time, we’ll draw our breath from phosphine
The stress tastes like necropolis
And wine mixed with amphetamines

It makes no sense now to forget
The boiling cyst of what i’ve seen
But still I shake and hear his breaking
Bones beneath me when I sleep

The rodents teeth did gnash reap
The body feet from where I lay
I close my eyes and I still see
Blood run through his house of decay

As Blood Runs Like Water (choir mix)

Though Rust and dust alluded us
In time we’ll reap what we did sow
Soon we will die and live our lives
For now we’ll ache in being known

Drinking from the poison cup 
And spitting back the fear and muck
into the face that malice placed
Before us, kissing boots and such

Now Terrified at what they’ve seen
They start to hatch their plots and schemes
To feed their lies they’ll take our lives
And doom us all to vanity 

Led by something they can’t name
For if they did the hate and shame
Would drown their brain in acid rain
Leaving them lonely and afraid

So in a matter most profane
they take upon the mark of cain
To try and burn us at the stake
To use our pain as benzocaine

They’ll never look you in the eye
As they stab your back and cry
“You hurt us more than we hurt you”
Wrapping their tongue deeper in lies

Taunted by what isn’t there,
They’ll open wounds to feed despair
But all they do is dig a grave
To lay themselves in by mistake

And even after death they’ll writhe 
At glory gone and money pried
From their cold hands by “friends” that stand
Behind them brandishing the knife

Yearning In A Familiar Fear

N̵o̸t̸ ̶t̷h̶a̶t̵ ̶K̶i̴n̷d̸ ̷o̸f̶ ̷V̵a̷m̸p̷i̴r̶e̷ ̷ - ̵ ̴S̶q̴u̶a̷r̴e̴S̸y̷n̸t̶a̷x̵

Not That Kind of Vampire - SquareSyntax

D̨̃el̫͆ay̧̐ed ͉̏Sl͚͡e̮̋e͍̊p ̠͝P̪͆h̭̐a̋͢se̽͜ S̫̚y̦͋nd̗͗ŕ͜ö̗me-  ̴S̶q̴u̶a̷r̴e̴S̸y̷n̸t̶a̷x̵

D̸r̷e̵a̷m̷s̴ ̵i̷n̶ ̸t̸h̶e̶ ̷G̴a̴r̷d̴e̴n̸ ̶ - ̸ ̶S̸q̷u̴a̴r̶e̵S̴y̶n̴t̷a̸x̵

I must be losing my touch
why does this matter so much
I'm shaken all out of phase
anchorded in this luurid haze

it's almost too much to confront
I'm sure it's nothing pleasant
but if neurotic suits your fancy
me, here, present.

Just one more empty phrase
Just another passing phase
Another emotion out of place
Another scheduled future pain

I don't know where to start
You never miss your mark
Siphon fixtured strait to the heart
Your sick interpretation of art

It takes so much energy
Sucks the feeling out of me
Takes so much energy
Sucks the feeling out of me

You hate feeling too much
I hate feeling this much
You hate when I self-destruct
I hate needing the trust
You hate needing to lie
And I hate saying goodbye
You hate trying to stay
I hate watching you leave


Second to the minute, this heart stops pumping pumping pumping
every time i think it's gonna lead to something something something something
Words collapse, speak my mind
Thoughts collapse, speak your mind
Composure collapses, speak your mind
This is exhausting for both of us, fucking speak your mind.

This builds up time released rage
Trapped in this self reflecting cage
This cancer's deadly at t phase 
Waiting for some saving grace

 Ive got no where to run
All i can do is hide
As I slowly deconstruct
Hold me wile i suffocate


I̵ ̴H̷a̷t̵e̵ ̷I̴t̸

I̴̖͝ ̶̮̇F̵̣͑è̵̺l̵͓̔t̵̲̿ ̵́ͅI̵̹̎t̷̖͗ ̴̞̚T̶̏ͅo̶̫̽o̶̙̒ - ̷ ̸S̴q̴u̷a̶r̴e̷s̷y̵n̴t̸a̵x̴

Total Disgrace

Total Disgrace (featuring Lucid)

my dad sucks

What happens when you grow up on the Mighty Boosh and discover Loose Taperstries in 6th form.




I'm what you are and what you're not,
I'm what you gained and what it cost,
I'm what you won and what you lost,
And I'm nothing to do with it,

I am ⚡︎
I am ⚡︎
I am ⚡︎

I live inside the gift,
That you can't see when you are mythed,
About the past or the future,
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah!

I'm nothing and I'm everything and you're just the same so why can't we click?
The world's ending fast but your brain's going thick,
Why worry about that when some girl has a dick?

I am ⚡︎
I am ⚡︎
I am ⚡︎
I'm Batman,

Move your head like an animal and I'll find my way back to you,
Do we gain or just lose control,
Do you know what to do?

I am ⚡︎...

I Am ⚡︎

i hurt my stomach with carbonated water mixed with hfcs

tummy ache from soda pop

Summer ends

Dark music, tribal beats, broken old sythes, sappy 70's pop melodies,  neoclassical mash of some sort.
 I live off grid, and off the land in the wilderness making music in an old camper with my friends

T̴̟͠h̸͙͆ë̶̩́ ̵͕͗c̴̘̊o̴̡̎l̴̪̒l̴̮͌ė̶̦ć̷̰t̷̢̊í̶̺v̴͚̓e̶̲̅ ̵͇̿e̸͇͝l̷̖͝ḙ̵͠c̸͓̄t̸̡͑r̵̺̃ö̸̙́n̴̤͛i̴̿͜c̶̯̄ ̷̲͝r̴̮̂o̴͓̕c̵̫͌k̸̗̆ ̵̡͒ŵ̶͕ō̷͚r̴̯͐k̸̜̾ ̶̳̈o̶̰̅f̸̙̒ ̸͔̎M̸̖̍i̴̲͑k̴̜̈́ȇ̶̗ ̶̧̄W̵̜̕i̴̜͘l̸̯̕e̶͈͑y̷͕͂ ̷͔̄a̶̦̓n̷̝͂d̸͈͂ ̶͔̌C̶̖̓h̸̭̆r̵̜͝i̵͔̓s̸̹̎ ̸̣̋B̴̛̖l̵̟̓ä̸̖c̴̼̒ḱ̶̬.̷͍̽

ΛᄂӨY5IЦ5 5ᄃЯIM5ΉΛЩ 🦈👁️

The Neon Dead.

A Post Experimental collective of relentless intoxication, starving artistry and perpetual data mining. 

Abstract musical concepts, unidentified symphonic Parapsychology...

Perpetually Based….

🦈👁️

After a day in Highgate Cemetery, something about me changed-I could hear an acoustic guitar in my head; one that echoed with character that I started to create lyrics for-and so I formed Twsited Ecstasy as a way of sharing the tainted laughter of the presences I felt within that cemetery that day-and so our music attempts to precisely emulate that character and share it to the world.

This project was composed and produced by myself, Dean Void, after the unexpected loss of my friend and co writer Iain Cairn. Up until his end, we were working on a post-post modern performance piece called Iain Cairn & The Cryptwalkers, that he would front and I would produce. After he was gone, I was left in a state of dread and paranoia, mourning his life and lamenting my own.  it seemed so cruel to me that I was the one still standing, but he was not of the world and so the world hated him. He had too much to say but no time left to say it, and it hurts my heart to think his opus will ever fall on deaf ears.  I fully intend to finish the work we started and release the record in Iain’s memory, but not before I deal with the pain of his passing. It’s hard to describe what it feels like to lose someone so close to you, but the thought of all his fevered work being done in vain somehow hurts me more.  I pray these melodies find you well and that they offer a release to your ache, as they did for me in writing them.
All The Love,
DEAN XOXO

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