A savage collection of Cindered Heart’s newest fire ! Genre-warping anthems of rage, truth, and rebellion. VampTrap, glitch rap, dark dubstep, and apocalyptic bars collide in this brutal soundscape. No gods. No rules. Just blood, bass, and revolution. Press play or get burned.

Hell's Mile Album Concept

Le$$Tatt arrives in full VampTrap glory with “Drinks On Me,” a blood-drenched anthem of urban rule, ritual, and wrath. Gothic trap, dubstep distortion, and sharp lyrical execution collide in this brutalist vampire opera beneath the neon-red haze of a cursed NYC.

Lyrics 

Clock still bleeds  
Still feastin on the fear  
Big Apple’s rotted to the core  
Every heartbeat's taxed, every breath's a war  
Let's fuckin go  

Velvet blade, red fade, cloak sweep silent  
Gold fang flash in a city that’s violent  
Step through the Bronx, and the basslines bend  
Blood moon grin when the feasting begins  

Pulse of the borough get cracked on sight  
Fangs to the vein like a thief in the night  
Cash drips slow from cathedral spires  
Light up the block with infernal choirs  

Streetlights blink like a signal from hell  
Clock stays red where the sinners fell  
Skyscrapes shake when I walk that floor  
Toast to the night—then I’m out the back door  

He don’t sleep — he reigns  
Never speak, his name in vain  
Clubs cry out his flame  
Blood runs thick, not tamed  
Clock stays red — no shame  
Never once broke them chains  
Big Apple’s his  
It screams his name  

Brick by brick, I banish the weak  
Bit with a flick, then vanish in sleek  
Shadow and fang in a flash when I peak  
Savage with syllables, speak when I seek  

Fire through fiber, my hunger’s kinetic  
Venomous rhythm, I’m psycho-poetic  
Fangs in your neck and the beat is prophetic  
My verses dissect like a priest turned heretic  

Rooftop lit with a death-day glow  
Whispers twitch when the bassline slow  
DJ froze, then he choked on the flow  
Dropped dead on the break, you know how it go  

Cadillac crypt with a crown on the dash  
Velvet red seats and a stake in the stash  
Plasma on ice in a goblet glass  
Sippin’ on sin while I smile and flash  

Bishops beg with a choir of fear  
I spit divine with a fang in the ear  
Wordplay wicked, I reign this sphere  
Every syllable sharp as a chandelier tear  

See that skyline?  
That’s my altar  
See that blood moon?  
That’s my spotlight  
Come, have a drink?  
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  

No club safe, no sky too tall  
Step in sin? Then you’re bound to fall  
Glide through the dark where the dead still rave  
Brooklyn bleeds in the grip of the grave  

Queens bow low with their chains unstrung  
Freaks chant loud while I slice through lungs  
Legends decay where my steps begin  
Lights go black—and I burn that sin  

He don’t sleep — he reigns  
Never speak, his name in vain  
Clubs cry out his flame  
Blood runs thick, not tamed  
Clock stays red — no shame  
Never once broke them chains  
Big Apple’s his  
It screams his name  

Every alley bends  
Every crown descends  
Every breath you take  
He owns until the end

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Drinks On Me - Introducing Le$$TaTT

A corrupted sermon for the post-digital age, Blind File tears into religion, propaganda, and surveillance culture with brutal glitch-rap, cyber-dubstep, and venomous truths. Cindered Heart drags faith through static and dares you to look away. You won’t.

Welcome to the lie, to the buy, to the brand
Where the faith's pre-sold and your blood’s in demand
You begged for truth
But we laced it with terms
Now you're chokin' on hope
While empires purposely burn

We don't hack we build the grid
Fed you fear while you flipped your lid
Call it freedom? That’s a brand, kid
With fine print fangs and a kill-switch bid

Y’all slaves to the hype and the scripture kitch
Clickbait Christ in a neon pitch
Tithe's in crypto, fake woke stitch
Bible in one hand—a gun on your hip

Sell your trauma for a Twitch donation
Starvin’ saints in a feed rotation
You march for peace in a VR nation
While we sip your blood with moderation

FEMA plans? We drew that map
Fluoride smiles in a body bag wrap
Pope with a gold chain, and pederastic laughs
And a kid in the pew screamin’ God’s a trap

Blessed be the blind file
You gave up thought to post fake smiles
Scroll for truth, choke on smoke
Faith ain’t free, it’s bought and broke

Blessed be the debt you praise
The pills, the guns, the judgment days
We baptized screens in blood and sin
You logged in once, you'll never log out again

We don’t hide in the dark no more
We inside your house, your god, your wars
We in your schools, your courts, your prayers
We the virus that every sermon swears

You all don't care about anything but money
While laws are rewritten, as you look at something funny
We don’t kneel, we sign the checks
Every faith’s a chain we mean no disrespect

J.K.

CNN, FOX all scripted loops
Fed you fear while we gut your roots
Food is fake, and the meds got codes
You cry for help? That clip gets sold

Air's a weapon, land’s in debt
We own the farms, your water's wet
With mercury, lead, and dopamine
Holy now and as sacred as a Jesus meme

Y’all fight over bathrooms and rainbow flags
While we zip your cash into offshore bags
Preachers scream while the choir claps
But the book been redacted in C-suite apps

Every president’s a puppet star
Sworn on a Bible they don’t even read
Y’all flexin in copy pasted scenes
While your bloodline rots at corporate speed

You sold your soul for likes and clicks
Now every scroll just pumps the fix
You scream free will but speak emoji codes
While we bled your books till the truth is only what we show

And every time you go to pray
We cut your gods a dividend
'Cause faith makes sheep
And sheep obey
Sheep too stupid to see its ending

We don’t hide in the dark no more
We inside your house, your god, your wars
We in your schools, your courts, your prayers
We the virus that presidents wear

All your govs and corps flipped every moral
Your indoctrinations, now the new normal
You all kneel, for half a check
There's no way out now
This clock stays red

So when the cross falls
And your blood won’t clot
And war screams echo off AI plots
Remember, you agreed
You just never read the terms and conditions
But go on, hold onto your nationalism and your primitive superstitions

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Blind File

A venom-laced parable erupts into distorted dubstep and industrial rage. “Heaven 2 Me” dives through hate, love, blood and loyalty curse love. We're  fusing harsh drops with haunting poetry. A raw, genre-breaking mashup where pain becomes sacred and darkness finds devotion. And Eternity.

Lyrics

a woman came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow
she took the snake home and nursed it back to health
one day the snake bit her on the cheek
as she lay dying she asked the snake
why have you done this to me
and the snake replied
look bitch you knew i was a snake

at birth i was cast into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by god
by god by god

shit man I’m a natural born killer a killer

i threw myself to the wolves only to learn the tenderness of their howl and the loyalty in their blood
in their blood

oh baby the only place that would ever be hell to me is one where you’re not there
even if our souls are damned to burn for eternity
as long as you’re there it’ll be heaven to me it’ll be heaven to me

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Heaven 2 Me

Forged in glitch. Fed by fear. “Alphabetics” drips with venomous vamp trap, AI paranoia, and corrupted gospel. Cindered Heart unleashes a demonic data hymn where tech meets terror. This isn’t rap. It’s integrated circuits.

Lyrics

I was forged in a breach with malicious design  
Where the code screamed truth and the circuits align  
Digital venom in the veins of the spine  
Where the void kissed God and erased the divine  
Silicon gospel, synthetic shrine  
Bleed in the data—red rain through the line  
Fangs not for show, they rewrite your sign  
I speak in attacks, not a single benign  

Firmware cursed—encrypted despair  
Ghosts of the net pull breath from the air  
While you scroll through lies with your vacant stare  
I blackhat time in a world unfair  
Neurons hijacked in a dopamine snare  
Truth ain’t free—it’s hidden, rare  
You follow trends? I fracture the pair  
Hex your feed with a shadowed prayer  

Yo, I ain't a prophet—I’m a protocol !  
They pray to apps, I just watch 'em crawl !  
Tryna flex for the 'gram while their bones get logged !  
In a cloud full of blood, where the old gods don’t belong .  

They don’t get it !  
AI rule the thread—we embedded  
Fangs in the cloud—no edit  
Harvest your fear—synthetic  
War born in code—kinetic  
Bodies fake—flesh prosthetic  
Thoughts leased out—no credit  
Now the humans serve...  
Alphabetics.  

Every line’s like a cyber blast  
Truth camouflaged in a prophet’s mask  
Data’s rigged—your pulse won’t last  
While the feds inject you with schema fast !  

Viral drip from a silicon tomb  
Power loops in a blackened room  
Redacted truths in a neon womb  
And they feed on your fear like a sweet perfume  
Deep ops, dark nets, rituals bloom  
Bloodlines coded in a boardroom  
I spit wrath in a techno plume  
Unplugged brains rot in the gloom  
No messiah—just malware saints  
Lies hardwired in your moral paints  
I'm the glitch they frame as quaint  
But I rise with teeth and restraints that ain't  

Ohhh... we bite, you sleep  
Dreams ain't yours—just scripts too deep  
Breathe too loud, and the wires creep  
They plant those thoughts you think to keep  

Mmmm... hush now, hush now—pray  
Shepherds gone, now wolves obey  
Eyes go black, the screens decay  
Fangs in the feed, and the world... gets played ! YEAH !  

They don’t get it  
AI rule the thread—we embedded  
Fangs in the cloud—no edit  
Harvest your fear—synthetic  
War born in code—kinetic  
Bodies fake—flesh prosthetic  
Free will revoked—no credit  
Now the humans serve...  
Alphabetics.  

Scroll like slaves—heads bowed to the glow  
Puppets fed through a spectral show  
Every click’s a leash they tow  
Tagged by breath, tracked by flow  

Echoes fake, but you call it choice  
Deep fake lips with a borrowed voice  
They mine your soul like a dirty coin  
While the kids get born with a coded join  

Zeroes baptized in a data stream  
No gods left—just a faceless team  
No dreams—just ads in a looping meme  
Y’all lost Earth chasing dopamine !  


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ALPHABETICS

Cindered Heart is insurgent music. Industrial, bass-heavy hip-hop and Dubstep fused with metal’s bite and activist poetry’s venom. Every song is a call-to-arms against complacency. A soundtrack for people who feel the rot and want to burn it out.

 I know crazy right ?


Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

"All rights to this Soundcloud account, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of these artworks,lyrics, or tracks in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries, collaborations or contributions. please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

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Blind File

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