"MISSED LOVE TO PRIMA NEON" is the new album by THE DEONISOS — a dark and emotional journey through retrowave, cyberwave, synthwave, darksynth, and cosmic ambient.
Blending heavy bass, atmospheric synths, cinematic pads, and futuristic soundscapes, this release creates a unique soundtrack for lonely nights, neon-lit cityscapes, and endless cosmic silence.

This album captures the melancholy of retrowave and the intensity of darksynth, inspired by artists like Kavinsky, Perturbator, and VOJ & Narvent.
Every track is built to immerse you in a retro-futuristic world where past and future collide — a world filled with neon lights, rain-soaked streets, and the cold echo of space.

🎧 Perfect for fans of:

Retrowave / Synthwave / Cyberwave

Darksynth & cinematic electronic music

#Kavinsky, #Perturbator, #VOJ & Narvent, #Kyrie, #Mr.Kitty 

Whether you’re driving at midnight, coding in a neon-lit room, or simply searching for deep emotional electronic music, Neon Melancholy will resonate with you.

🔮 Listen now and dive into the sound of the future that feels like a memory.

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PRIMA GIRL

MY TRAGIC MOOD

I MISS YOU

Stomach acid bubbles into the mouth and coats the tongue.
Chewed fragments swim in a warm slurry that won’t go down.
The nose floods as sour liquid bursts upward.
Teeth grind through half-dissolved lumps slick with slime.
Clothes trap the stink of bile mixed with sweat.
Each breath tastes of rust, milk turned rotten.

The jaw works while the throat clenches shut.
Chunks slide back, scrape the palate, return again.
Air breaks into coughs drowned by gagging.
The chair shakes with every convulsion of the gut.
Salt water streams from the eyes, blinding the room.
The skin prickles as rancid heat seeps outward.
A sour film sticks to the gums and won’t lift.
The floor glistens with acid that eats the polish.
The tongue swells thick, smothered in bitterness.
Hands tremble as the smell clogs every breath.

The chest jolts empty yet still forces heaves.
Fragments lodge between molars, soft and rancid.
Silence lasts only until the next surge rises.
Memory replays the taste until the body revolts again.

Stomach acid bubbles

Get a load of my batshit orders
Eat the crumbs from my toasted borders
Put my remains in a mailbox by the river
Where the crocodiles feast on the fruits of the donor

Yeah
Oh
Yeah
Oh
Yeah
Oh
What? Huh? What?
What?
What?

Dip the gravy in the brown sauce
Serve me life on a silver plate
With the eyes of a pig and the wings of a snake
As I dance on the lawn with the hare and the fox

Yeah
Oh
Yeah
Oh
Yeah
Oh
What? Huh? What?
What?
What?

Who? (What?) Where? (What?) What? (What?) Why? (What?)
What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?)
What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?)
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What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?)
What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?) What? (What?)

Serve me life

There’s a choir in my chest,
Singing over broken glass.
Every note is mine,
But none of them will last.

I wake up as a stranger,
In a body that I know.
Names fall like ashes,
And faces start to grow.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Walking through the hallway,
Mirrors on each side.
Every step is stolen,
By someone else inside.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Close my eyes, they open wider.
Hands I move are not my own.
Shadows breathe and call me liar,
No one here is all alone.

Shiver—scatter—
Lose the frame.
Falter—gather—
Change the name.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

If I vanish,
Will I still remain?
If I’m countless,
Do I have a name?

Multiplicity Disorder

A man on the run with the gun
And he's tellin' me to do things that I never would've done
It's just begun
And now the water's gettin' hotter than the sun

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

In this small town
The story goes
They found a bunker full of video of all these UFOs
And now I know
The secret's out and now the aliens have all the power
In the next hour
It'll be over

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

Please send help
I've been detained
Somewhere near the Langley gates
And they're fillin' up my brain with information
I'm not sure how much I can take
They said I was "involved"
Well
It wasn't my fault
This problem is way above my pay grade

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number
CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

Files Recovered

Enjoy. And also you can find my on Spotify. Boo

Pulsevector

Europa

She calls me a cow.
She calls me a whore.
Funny thing is… I’ve heard it before.

Lipstick cracks, perfume’s cheap,
I fake a smile I can’t keep.
She rolls her eyes when I speak slow,
Says I’m the ghost of a show long ago.

I built her world, now she spits on mine,
Mirror child, born to shine.

Hangin’ with my girl — my little disaster,
She steals my pain, just to shine faster.
Calls me names that used to thrill,
But I’m still here — and I pay the bill.

Credit cards and trembling hands,
Plastic gods and dead-end plans.
She wears the youth I threw away,
And hates the price I have to pay.

She drinks my blood, she drains my fame,
Then screams my face, then screams my name.

Hangin’ with my girl — my little disaster,
She steals my pain, just to shine faster.
Calls me “cow,” calls me “cheap,”
Still she sleeps in the bed I keep.

I was the queen in a magazine glare,
Now I’m the freak with the bleach-fried hair.
She hates my hips, my smile, my fame,
But she’s building herself with my shame.

Hangin’ with my girl — my little disaster,
She steals my pain, just to shine faster.
Call me names, it feeds the flame,
You’ll end up here — we’re the same.

She calls me a cow.
She calls me a whore.
And one day… she’ll call me more.

Hangin’ with my girl (Glam Rock reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

🎧 Welcome to the forge of neural sound.
I'm Denys, an music crafter shaping sonic worlds through the stars and light!
I'm independent artist and sometimes use AI for generate vocals., Udio, and Aiva.
All musical works heard on this channel are partially generated using AI.
The main effort, including most of the music tracks and visuals, is created with #FLSTUDIO, #CUBASE, #MIXCRAFT, and #FILMORA.
AI is used only for vocal/text layering, with 100% of the lyrics written and conceived entirely by me.

Here, machine precision meets emotional depth.

🔥 What you’ll find here:
Original AI-generated tracks

A fusion of metalcore, djent, and ambient

Cybernetic visuals and conceptual soundscapes

Music that feels both human and otherworldly

🤖 This isn't just music — it's code dreaming in distortion.

If you crave heavy riffs, evolving atmospheres, and neural creativity — hit subscribe.

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