" Too Rich Too Dead " unplugged strips the shine from excess and exposes the hollow beneath the glamour A raw acoustic pulse carries weary confession and bitter wit as a lone voice traces luxury wounds memory and regret This unplugged version feels intimate haunted and unforgiving stripped and honest ok

Cash dont even hit no more
Haha
Mink robe draggin in the rot
Drip stale
Thats my lot
tag it
fuck this shit

Bank talk cheap wired in gold
Tomb got keys but the locks too old
Private jet meals taste like ash
Even God dont text me back
Ghost tags runnin on the yacht floor
Signed her neck now she payin me to show more
Cops salute me I dont nod
Priests in my pocket respect like Claude

Boardroom full but the souls on E
Eighty six chains but still not me
Miss the grit miss the fight
Back when pain meant earnin light
Now Im up in the clouds on fumes
Crowns feel light in a silk wrapped tomb
Cried once Nah too clean
Bleed my name on the LV seam
just dont get any on my Loui 15 yurrr

Boarinn too rich
Pourin no pitch
Flexin aint shit
Missin real grit
No war left just vibes
No truth just lies
Got too much on the outside
No real love on the inside

All thats left aint no tonic
aint it ironic
Boarinn no roots
Culture dead suits
Loyalty refused
Still flossed out still see through
Still See you ugh

Pull up on saints in a sheen black hearse
She said you smell like heaven If someone made it worse
Faith aint worth what fear can cost
World sold out and Im at a loss
All my sins in designer stitch
Chandeliers swing but the soul dont twitch
Boarded up streets where honor died
Now its all bots and cash grab tribes

Gold grill like I chewed through Rome
Mona Lisa inked on a crushed iPhone
They scream legend I scream meh
Cuz legends feel and I just cant care

Feel Nah
Love Nah
Build Nah
Kill Yessir

Boarinn too rich
Pourin no pitch
Flexin aint shit
Missin real grit
No war left just vibes
No truth just lies
Got too much
Got nothin but time

Boarinn no roots
Culture dead suits
Loyalty reduced
Still flossed out still see through

Tell me what would your Jesus see
HA ha shit
for real
Probably nothin then kill me

Put my name in platinum still dont sleep
Ate the world now I grind my teeth
All this money all these sins
But no one around me bleeds to win
No more edge
No more skin it never ends ugh
Take it from me kid immortality aint what it seems to be yeah

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Too Rich Too Dead - Unplugged

“Sing Them to Sleep” unravels pain into lullabies. Where demons are not slain but embraced. It’s a haunted folk hymn of scars, silence, and survival, blending raw acoustic grit with ghostly echoes of truth. Healing here is not peace, but the war’s quiet aftermath sung into the dark.

Lyrics

The monsters in me never asked to be tamed  
They just curled in the dark when I whispered their name  
Didn’t bury the pain I just sang it to sleep  
With a voice full of rust and a throat cut deep  

My sins don’t march they sway slow like a hymn  
And every breath I take drags the silence within  
I learned not to run learned not to plead  
I just lay with the fire till it stopped tryin to feed  

I’m not your savior I’m just the song  
That cradled the scars when the nights felt too long  
No altars left no secrets to keep  
I don’t kill my demons I sing them to sleep  

They are one and the same  

You think healing is peace  
Nah  
It’s the war that never ends  
Just gets quieter  
And if you listen close  
You can still hear them screaming  
But you wont hear me breathin  

So don’t mourn for the rage it was part of the tale  
I just learned how to sail without cursing the gale  
No glory no heaven no promise to reap  
Just me and my ghosts learning how to sleep  

I’m not your savior I’m just the song  
That loved the broken when they couldn’t stay strong  
No altars left no promises to keep  
I don’t bury my demons I sing them to sleep

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Sing Them To Sleep - Unplugged

“What’s It Going to Take” is the last track CH will release this year ! It's another brutal industrial trap-Rap/Rock hybrid that rages against corruption, lost visionaries, and the cages of power. A manifesto in sound a feral, unrelenting, unapologetic. it demands revolt, shatters illusions, and dares the listener to wake the fuck up. Stay tuned big things coming next year ! Thank you all for listening !

Lyrics

What's it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
they silenced visionaries  
when greatness is something  
we have ta cultivate  

Engines runnin water-driven  
patents buried in the graves  
Tesla lit the future bright  
they laughed then filed it away  
Hemp made combustibles  
Ford rolled it on display  
But oil barons gagged him  
making us gas Slaves  

See the puppets on the podium  
strings tied to the bank  
Jobs shipped overseas  
nation hollowed out left blank  
Every law written backwards  
signed in corporate ink  
While the sheep drown in silence  
still refuse to think  

What's it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
To make the people rise up tie up the liars  
and burn em at the stake  
Whats it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
that losers from the gutter got to show people  
society’s mistakes  

The fuck  

Yo I’m firing into the chest of the empire’s padded rot  
Droppin syllables like we shake off garlic  
every line’s a kill shot  
Mic check guillotine I’m decapitating plots  
While the lobbyist burn the laws  
and the president’s  
Are bought  

They kill our dreamers  
while the living nightmare breathes  
They steal the future  
and there's no reason for them to leave  

Lets make em BLEED  
Lets make em BLEED  

they got Corporations fangs in our jugular vein  
Profits drip like blood tricklin down from the capital gain  
Yo I rhyme like a martyr that shoulders too much weight  
While they drain the economy an tie it to global chains  

This is vampiric scripture the anti psalm  
we don’t beg for forgiveness we disturb the calm  
Revolution in the rhythm  
evolution in the sound  
Yo lets dig up all their secrets  
then put the suits into the ground  

Yeah That's right Mother fuckers  

What's it gonna take  
What's gonna have to break  
Your silence is consent My voice dissent  
And there's no more time to waste  

Whats its gonna take  
whats going to have ta break  
our futures on the line and its time  
the sleepin giants  
wake  

They got tv shows showin liberation while fracturing nations enslaving the brave  
They break innovation erasin creation encasin the sages in cages of hate  
I lace revelations inflame detonations ablaze till the chains disintegrate  
I’m raisin our gains with the flames of the faithless face engraved by the graves of the great Yeah  

Conspiracies steerin delirium serious fusions and flurries combust  
Imperial serial killers no theory been bleedin the people for bucks  
I’m venomous limitless syllables furious bury their miracles crushed  
The curious hear it the spirit is near it my lyrics is the spear that I thrust  

What's it gonna take  
angels and demons to erupt in disgust  
Whats it gonna take  
to force sleepers awake so they shatter the trust  
Whats it gonna take  
so creatures of night turn the system to dust  
Tell me  

WHATS IT GONNA TAKE  ?
To WAKE YOU THE FUCK UP !

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What's It Gonna Take

Cindered Heart unleashes the next era of VampTrap with " Say It Wit Me Now ". A savage sermon of diamond fangs blood and fire verses that tear down faith and power raw unapologetic and venomous this track fuses gothic gospel and gangster rage into a cinematic plague redefining the underground !


we are the splintered bloodlines carved into concrete veins
vampires in leather diamond canines blaze in rain
gangster gospel twisted scripture welded onto chains
this aint a game we arent saints
its dinner time lets say grace

razor syllables sever synapse marrow cracks marrow folds
cyber crucifix fractured chalice circuits corrode in the cold
scarlet sermons summon symphonies sawtooth lullabies told
lawbooks ignite as i chamber the trigger silence controlled
governors gag upon graft molten bullet in they hole
corpse painted capital fiends clutching crucifixes old
i douse kerosene in your palm slip you the spark for your soul
then grin while you suffocate smoke devours you whole bitch

our gospels a gun our scriptures unclean
we gut the machine till it coughs up blood
and spits obscenities

we aint your prophets were predators with blades
feedin on the system till our graveyard fades
and spits obscenities

skull crush sermons blast like bombs from the stage
we stain the altar crimson with the fury of unapologetic rage
fuck saints fuck suits fuck mercy fuck faith
cindered hearts the plague thatll skullfuck fate

say it wit me now

blasphemous barrages batter bureaucratic grounds
bloodletting beatdowns bury bastards by the pounds
savage syllables slice senators scatter the sounds
every echo executed etched in viral rounds
carnivorous cadence crumbles citadels to mounds
gothic phantoms grinding monuments down
venom dripping fury drowning faith in the bounds
rapture ruptures ribcages revolution resounds

our gospels a gun our scriptures unclean
we gut the machine till it coughs up blood
and spits obscenities

we aint your prophets were predators with blades
feedin on the system till our graveyard fades
and spits obscenities

we torch your idols unchain the insane then vanish in smoke
every halo twisted above just snapped like a joke
this is our world our fangs our will steel forged deep
cindered heart dont preach we fuckin sow what you reap

but say it wit me now

acid anthems atomize angels with knives
symphonic slaughter split down slicing the vibe
obscene obsidian omen orchestrates the dive
lyrical guillotines gutting executives alive
dead presidents dangle from wires of debt they sold
dividends desecrated drowning in sweat ice cold

every syllable sabers slaughter in silhouette
gangland gospel gucci and government chests bet

venomous verses vivisect virtues vile
cindered sermons siphon sanity in piles
shadows sharpen sabbaths with septic style
metallic martyrs mutilate myths for miles
we brandish brimstone bullets through bone
bastards bleeding ballots choking on scorn
vampires vandalize visions youve grown

ill chew your face off laughing while the cameras roll

fuck redemption fuck your fragile facade
we carve carcasses topple cathedrals of fraud
scar skinned scripture spraying sickness raw
cindered hearts doctrine is a goddamn saw

syllables severin splittin spines shatterin skin
synapse slicin sinister sippin sippin sickness within
rituals rippin ravagin ribs rupturin red
runnin reckless retchin revenants raisin the dead
gangsta gothic gunnin grindin gougin the grin

gasoline gullet gashin gaggin god with a sin
cindered carnage carvins corpses cuttin the choir
fuckin fury flamin filth were fangs in the fire yeah

say it wit me now

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Say It Wit Me Now  - Releasing Globally 2026 !

Oblatio Tenebris Remix resurrects Cindered Heart’s ritual in waveform twisted deeper into madness. Latin invocations and serial-killer whispers merge with corrupted dubstep bloodlust, a sacrifice reborn through distortion, obsession, and decay.

Lyrics

The endless torcher of some sometimes is all there is to live for
God help me

Wanna worship something
Worship me

Digging up graves for sacrifice is normal
Normal

Quod de liberis nostris diligimus
Usque ad mortem diligimus

Cooking is fun when you hail Satan

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Oblatio Tenebris - Le$$TaTT Remix

Inspired by authentic serial killer quotes this track blurs the line between fan and murderer exploring obsession power and idol worship through distorted bass and spoken word menace a mirror to the fascination with evil that hides in plain sight

Lyrics

im just saying that statistically
a psychopath is more likely to end up as a CEO than a serial killer

look down on me you will see a fool
look up at me you will see your lord
look straight at me
you will see your self

we serial killers are your neighbors
we are your husbands your wives your daughters and sons
we are everywhere
and there will be more of your dead tomorrow

i was born with the devil in me
i could not help the fact that i was a murderer
no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing
i was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where i was ushered into the world
and he has been with me since

your priests your cops your judges your leaders
are all fucking psychopaths
what gives them a pass
that i shouldn't get

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Psychopaths 1

Cindered Heart erupts from the depths with Bitter Taste of the Foul, a brutal leap from VampTrap into raw industrial metal. Pulsing with glitch and dubstep edges, it’s a storm of chaos, control, and carnage. Proof the band can mutate without losing its soul!

Lyrics

you really want feel me
mother fuckers

lets fucking go

oh the flavor of slaughter unstoppable
one sip of mortality i cant escape
fists raised liturgy
the danger of loathing

adapt
adapt
adapt
adapt

kontrol
kontrol
kontrol
kontrol

and there it is again agony and murder in a spiral of chaos
choking terror and deceit breed the ignorance
bound in a frozen madness
verified guilt desires cruel fate
anticipate the finale
given path of shadows
dominion over my psyche is an utter and complete impossibility

adapt
adapt
adapt
adapt

kontrol
kontrol
kontrol
kontrol

finally the heartbreak of betrayal the darkness beckons
a throbbing pulse of corruptions embrace
clutching the remnants of my soul in despair
nature of destruction a twisted grace leaving nothing but the bitter taste of the foul

unraveling these truths in the abyss of time
rulers of madness the sentence is mine
beneath the flesh the screams are barely confined
as we dine on the ones dying on the vine

adapt
adapt
adapt
adapt

kontrol
kontrol
kontrol
kontrol

i never wanted any of this
i never wanted any of this
i never wanted any of this
i never wanted any of this
this

finally the heartbreak of betrayal the darkness beckons
a throbbing pulse of corruptions embrace
clutching the remnants of my soul in despair
nature of destruction a twisted grace leaving nothing but the bitter taste of the foul

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Bitter Taste Of The Foul

Psychopaths II

This track hit like a revelation in the dark. It terrified me, broke me, and then left me shaking with awe. The raw power, the venom, the beauty Cindered Heart delivers something so fierce and intimate it feels alive. A masterpiece born in fire and shadow. 

Lyrics

You built walls
I brought siege engines
You lit candles
I lit the horizon
I’m not here to knock
I’m here to walk in

Give me your soul
Or I’ll tear it open

Threading through cracks in the fortress you cherish, I flourish in fissures your courage will perish
I’m mapping your pulse and your breath like a cleric, lose the doubt I'm more than generic
I whisper in dreams that you swear are your own, slip in the code till your mind’s overthrown
I sharpen my tongue that you hear when alone, then prick you with thorns made of sinew and bone

As every last will that you clutch starts to splinter, I enter like winter and anchor the shiver
Drip in your veins till the marrow’s a river, deliver the spark that ignites you forever
Your halo corrodes when I shadow your name, every prayer that you speak fans the edge of my flame
You’ll swear that we’re one when the hunger’s the same

I’m the wolf in the words that your conscience can’t tame

Take my hand
I’ll make you endless
Take the pain back
So it won’t be senseless
I’ll wear your rage
And carve you a crown
Burn your name
Before you bow down
Feed your thirst and I’ll make it real
This wound won’t close but it will heal
And as the line between us starts to fray
The more you push
The more I stay

You circle like smoke but I choke out the embers, I tether my soul to the truths I remember
I’ve walked through the rot of a thousand Decembers, I’ve severed the curse where the pain dissembles
You think you’re the tide and I’m dammed by flood, but I’ve bled in the dust and I rose from the mud
Every scar in my skin is a lock on the gate, every bone in my spine is the shape of your fate

So bury your whispers in stone without names, burn every seed that you thought you had claimed
The harder you press the more you fake when you carve out the dark and it still won’t fall away
You feast on the weak but I’ve sharpened my teeth, I’ve mined my own hell no redemptions to keep

If you want out you must bend on the wheel
I’m the war and the death that refuses to kneel

You don’t have to crawl you could soar past the dawn
All your battles could end if you’d just carried on
Every kingdom you crave I could lay at your feet
Every foe that you hate I could bring them to bleed

Now the marrow’s aflame and the pulse is a storm, every breath is a blade in this body reborn
Every wall that we built is a furnace and forge, every doubt is a corpse on the path that I'll gorge
I’m the god in the gutter the saint in the snare, the oath and the heresy braided in your hair
I’m the fist and the feather the curse and the prayer
Tearing on the fears of what may never care
Until then the voice in the dark that the dark starts to rear, I the step that you hear when there’s nobody near
The chain and the key the command and decree, the thing that you thought was your end now is me
From the blood to the bone to the breath to the beat, from the ruin to the skies to the ash at our feet

I the famine and feast
The seed and the breach
The one thing your gods cannot reach
The one thing your gods cannot reach

I am the eyes behind your sight
I am the teeth inside your bite
I am the hands beneath your skin
I am the voice that pulls you in

I can’t tell where this life ended or where it start
I can’t tell if I built or if I carved out this heart
But the fire in this chest feels colder now
And the crown on my head feels heavier somehow

No going back not for peace
Not for love not for release
Only forward
Into the deep

Where the devil and I
Will never sleep

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Where Your Gods Cannot Reach

❤️‍🔥 Cindered Heart ❤️‍🔥
The Architect of VampTrap and Rockstep ! A brutal fusion of industrial bass, cinematic metal, and lyrical fire built for a world that still thinks genres have borders. This is the sound of rebellion sharpened into a dagger that will pick your bones clean by morning . 
CH is dark post-rap industrial rock and dubstep hybrid project forged with layered production, generated samples, synths, guitars and drum machines wielded as ritual weaponry.

Cindered Heart is insurgent music first ! bass-heavy, lyrically masterminded and raw to the bone. Fused with metal’s bite and activist venom. Every track is a call-to-arms against complacency, a cinematic rebellion for those who feel the rot and burn to erase it.

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 new genres like VampTrap and RockStep,  alongside brutal collision, showcasing many sides, and many different styles of music like dubstep, rock, metal and darkwave, with experimental offshoots in folk and reggae. This is not music made for market trends. It’s an audio doctrine where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence unscarred by rhythm.

                    At the center stands a one-man legion 

                                         — Lesstatt — 

overseeing songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and mixing/mastering/rendering. Through a blend of DAW's, hardware synths, drum machines, electric guitars, samplers, and generated sound layers, each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual where melody bleeds into meaning and distortion becomes declaration.

But this vision no longer stands alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and creative allies each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases across SoundCloud and global streaming platforms surpassing 75K plays, 1.8K likes, 921 comments, and 750 reposts, combining other platforms in one year over 100 k plays ! Plus international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart isn’t chasing popularity. It’s spreading contagion.

This isn’t a trend.
It’s rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t play.
They summon.

Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme, it reigns.

From Clock Stays Red to Psychopaths, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t seek validation. 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 featured by Cindered Heart are fictional and intended solely as artistic expression — a mixture of satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone or promote any actions or ideologies depicted within the art. Listener discretion is advised.

Socials, curated playlists, and online store links with songs, merch, and remixes is all coming soon !

All compositions, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned exclusively by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, remixing, or licensing without written permission is prohibited.

This has been a solo project home recorded, with a lot of AI assistance, yes, but, a shit ton of production. Soon i will be working with live artists to bring together this vison and play live !

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