A raw acoustic confession wrapped in haunted harmonicas and ghostly strings. "Kill It All Away" strips every layer of survival down to the bone—a soul’s last cry to end the suffering, to let go of every betrayal and illusion before it devours what little light remains.

lyrics

so many things I’ve tried  
just to forget  
just how many times I’ve died  
been trying to understand  
the differences between  
what is real  
and what is all just a lie  
what is alive or not within me  
within me  

it’s slowly pushed its way inside  
and I’ve begged pleaded tried to hide  
just to try and kill away  
this pain I gripped so tight  
I’ve wished hoped left myself for dead  
but  
not this time  
but maybe this time  

so many things before  
I could never tell  
could not reveal just how personal  
I made this hell  
I made this hell  

yeah  

I believed in every friend  
in every connection  
but I’ve realized  
they only always end  

maybe love is not enough  

so many things I reached out to embrace  
shared everything I could  
even when I lost my way  
even knowing it all would slip away  

and oh how many times  
I’ve returned to this dark place  
this is the last time  
I will savor the taste  

before I kill it all away  
before I kill it all away  
yeah  

it’s slowly pushed its way inside  
and I’ve begged pleaded tried to hide  
just to try and kill away this pain  
I gripped so tight  

I’ve wished hoped left myself for dead  

but not this time  
not this time  
not this time  
but maybe this time  

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Kill It All Away - Unplugged

"Morning Stars" is an outlaw folk ritual from the underworld of Americana. Cindered Heart blends rebel gospel, dirt-folk stomp, and dark acoustic lore into a blood-drunk anthem of fallen kings and rising shadows.

lyrics 

the night whispers your name
the temptations grow
bow to the shadows
power’s a cage

i come from the dark where the cold winds freeze
take in the darkened and lost and we're feasting with ease
whisper to the powerful bend em to their knees
kiss em with death
now they beg to please

temptin the kings but i’m the blood in their veins
tie em in chains put their trust in the flames
crown of thorns but it’s twisted with pain
leaders of nations
i've blessed every name

the bishops are praying but i pull on their strings
angels are demons when i spread my wings
twilight embrace as i silence the kings
the throne is mine
hear the bells as they ring

beneath the moonlight i carve out their sins
set fire to the temples where the hollow begins
minds get addicted the power they’re in
drink from my chalice
let the darkness begin

the sinners the saints
no mercy
no shame
pullin the strings we ignite the flame
temptation’s a serpent no way to reclaim
devils or gods power both are claimed

they are one and the same

leaders will fall they play the game
crowned in the dark but we snatch em the same
a kiss on the neck they whisper our fame
we’re takin the world
you're takin the blame

kneelin to the throne man the darkness is thick
tears in their eyes but they can't escape it quick
hands on their necks i’m pullin em sick
sacrifice the soul and i rip it to bits

bow only to us we’re takin your flesh
blood on the streets man the power’s a mess
stain on the bible we’ll twist it and test
drink from the well now you’re cursed with the rest

chained in the halls of your gilded deceit
feast on your greed while you shuffle your feet
sins on your lips now the devil’s elite
welcome to the game
where the real powers meet

the ruler’s blood it’s the sweetest of wine
taste it on the tongue let the darkness entwine
no escape from the clutches we carve every line
the end is near yeah the throne is not divine

we are the darkened and lost
no mercy
no shame
pullin the strings we ignite the flame
temptation’s a serpent no way to reclaim
cindered heart is a power
and we’re keepin the name

we're fucking keeping the name

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Morning Stars - Unplugged

when i walked away that night
i never really came back
did i

veins froze
skin glow
eyes low
still broke

face look clean but the vibe say ghost
eyes like tombs why i hide don’t post
old connect stares like i owe em closure
but i’m fresh from the flame still smell like coma

mama said you cold baby where’s your heat
told her i’m still here just minus the beat
pops won’t speak just stares at the fork
like he seen me walk in straight out the morgue

my boy in the kitchen said you don’t eat
i said only count what drip off the weak
tried nights at the thrift quiet worn
but the clerk said you walk like you came back from war

took shifts in silence
kept my coat on
they clocked my iris
said the vibe’s wrong
now i’m cashin out in a field full of doubts
and every sigh tastes like blood in my mouth

still bleedin can’t clock in
no pulse but i glide like sin
no sleep just a thick black tint
say i’m here but i feel worn thin

still breathin nah that’s cap
i float through smoke like a vinyl scratch
friends all look with a question mark
like who that man in your skin in the dark

still bleedin no call back
nothin real just pale contacts
eyes on fire but the tears won’t crash
and the girl in black still ain’t come back

this ain’t life
it’s a rhythm with no light
it’s a hunger with no fight
it’s a coffin with wi-fi

still bleedin can’t clock in
yo you good nah i bin sinnin
heart flatlined but the wrist still glisten
fangs out smirkin while the reaper listens

still breathin nah that’s cap
real g’s die but don’t come back
i’m huntin in the same streets i lived strapped
damn she fed me fate
now i’m stuck in the trap

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Came and Went  - Unplugged

A vicious anthem forged in fire and static, Needs Get Heretic tears through lies with vampiric hunger and industrial rage. Cindered Heart stands over the system like prophets in leather, feeding off deception and spitting truth until the whole world burns awake.

Load the chamber
Spit the code
Let the holes bleed

I’m venom in the signal with a rhythm in the riddle
Every syllable’s a scissor when it’s skinnin through the middle
I’m a sinner in the system with a splinter in the vision
Never listen to the prison when it’s peddlin religion

Snap back syntax kill em with a sin tax
Spin facts thin fast drillin through the skin cracks
Impact intact digits in a phat stack
Minds hijacked with a virus then the chin jack

Cut through static savage habit
Every truth automatic blast schematic
Rise from wreckage wreck the relics
No chains left when the needs get heretic

I’m wired in fire supplier of dire
Entire empire expire with choirs
Conspire with liars they hire the buyers
Retire the fighters then silence the criers

Every syllable surgical vertical terminal
Circle the merciful curse irreversible
Verses dispersible curses coercible
Flip in the rhythm I’m burstin the crucible

Check your neck this vamps invincible
Venom injects and it’s unforgivable yeah

We don’t bow
We don’t break
We don’t bleed for their mistakes
We burn loud
We unchain
We erase the masters names

Algorithm killin when I drill it in the filament
A militant deliverin the vision to the middlemen
Riddlin the citizen considerin the dividend
A prison in the internet I’m splinterin the innocence

Chemical decimal radical federal
Medical sentinel edible spectacle
Letter so technical better be skeptical
Never identical metals electrical

Say break break it
Say burn burn it
Say rise rise up
Say learn learnt it

I’m a detonator generator devastator regulator
Never waitin levitatin penetratin incinerator
Innovator demonstrator ventilator liberator
Eradicator terminator gladiator violator

Backlash whiplash syntax split fast
Impact brick crash pitch black dispatch
Rip tracks click clacks six stacks spin back
Big facts mismatch kick raps till everything collapse

We the fang spitters vein splitters brain twisters
Cipher in the shadows droppin flame scriptures
Nightshift killers with the rhyme transfusion
Every lines truth and it bleeds revolution

Crowds stay comatose scrollin through lies
We ghost through the system with the red lit eyes
Data in the bloodstream bite in the bass
Wake the dead with a verse put the fear in their face

We don’t sip wine we siphon deception
Feed off the fraud with a venom injection
Crew full of fiends and the hunger dont quit
Every bar stakes deep better run with it bitch

No gods
No chains
Just us
And the world in flames
The world in flames

Are you with me 
Mother fuckers

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Needs Get Heretic

A filthy, bass-heavy horrorstep track! Loud, twisted, and unsettling by design. “The Quiet Ones” by Cindered Heart dives into the darkest corners of the human mind. Listener discretion advised. Not safe. Not sorry. 🧛‍♂️🔪

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The Quiet Ones

An unplugged reimagining of Clock Stays Red — raw acoustic guitar, cello, and whispered confessions. Hauntingly intimate, drenched in sorrow and beauty, where gothic poetry meets singer-songwriter vulnerability. Cindered Heart strips it bare: fragile, aching, unforgettable.

mirrors on the ceilings  
a quiet drip from her wrists  
i can taste all of her feelings  
the champagne on her lips  
lying naked on indigo velvet  
her life  
in death  
could never be  
meaningless  

the clock  
bleeds down our faces  
oh such a pretty red  
if only time  
could erase the fears  
or the pain from our heads  
the words that fell from her mouth  
like a midnight abyss  
pleading to me a purpose  
for all of this  

the morning sun steals away the night  
cuts it into shadows  
peering faces through the windows thirst  
but there were no miracles  
if on earth it is in heaven  
then so be it in hell  
we’ve both been feeding  
you can tell by the sweet smell  

i’m still letting them in  
and the souls they sell  
i softly lay my head down  
with her name on my breath  
a fire to compel  
i’m sure the devil has figured it out  
there’s nowhere left to go now  
there’s nowhere left to go now  

her voice like smoke  
like blood in the air  
a whisper that lingers  
like a broken prayer  
and as i lay here  
in the last echoes of her breath  
we’ll find our place  
in this love  
in this death  

it’s not over  
we will feed again  

mirrors on the ceiling  
a quiet drip from her wrists  
i can taste all of her feelings  
the champagne on her lips  
lying naked on indigo velvet  
our life  
in death  
could never be meaningless  

it’s not over  
we will feed again  

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Clock Stays Red - Unplugged

" 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.

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 Jan 1st, 2026 !

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. With some other projects such as Folk and reggae. 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 "Say It Wit Me Now ", 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.

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