“Bleed Difr’nt” is Cindered Heart at their most arrogant, elegant, and unholy. A slow, venom-dripped VampTrap flex carved in blood and neon. This won’t stay up long. We're feasting and fading. You blink, you miss it. Big things coming 
soon .

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Lyrics

Drip blood, not Dior
Bitch I’m dead and I still want more
Ayy... Count it

Neck on froze — that’s blood -- on ice
Feastin’ on a trust fund kid - every night
She said I’m toxic — nah, I’m divine
Pulled up in a hearse, still pass the line

Ten chains swingin’ — no cross, just teeth
Two models slumped in antique seats
Coffin lit blue from the L.E.D.'s
Bank drip older than heresy
Off-white cape, blacked-out wraith
I'll eat your dean, then buy the place
I got priests on payroll, feds in debt
Even sunlight sendin’ me checks — bet

I bleed different
I feed different
Bank don’t close
I sleep different

I got cops on call
I got lords on leash
I drink from priests
And floss with greed

I bleed different
Diamonds don’t glisten
That’s just bone
From a politician
What...

Bitch, I’m up — like rent in Hell’s zip code
Penthouse crypt, glass floor, new zip mode
Laughin’ in fangs — ghosted in red velour
Snatched a soul — that asked for more

Club full of dead boys — still got clout
Posted a kill — now I’m shadowbanned out
Mayor hit my line, said “Keep it discreet”
So I drained his wife, left a note with the receipt

Mirror don’t work, but the ‘Gram go stupid
Undead drip — and the wrists stay lucid
Blood bank deal, two mil fluid
Fangprint NFT? I stay cold, kill ruthless

Champagne in a chalice — nah, that’s spinal fluid
Broke the Pope’s back in a Fendi Buick
All this sin? Ain’t got no cost
I live in Balenciaga, you live in loss
Pray all you want, I bought your god
Ubi est deus?
Gone. I fraud

Livin... concrete jungles, villain in your temples
Run it!

I bleed different
I feed different
They cry for help
I read scriptures

Brand new tomb with a touchscreen lid
Killed a king, now I live where he did

Flex on light
Flex on death
Still got breath
With none left

I bleed different
Call me vain
But I floss my teeth
On ur bitches lingerie

YESSIR... she like dat! 

Sephora, Louboutin floors
Lalique pour — undead I ride with a demon Chauffeur
Mirrors lie, but the cameras adore
Blood in my glass, I sip with emeralds in my Tudor

Yeah, get it... ugh.

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Bleed Difrn't

Cindered Heart returns with "Ghost Money"—a ruthless vamptrap anthem carved in digital blood. This track won’t stay up long. Glitched basslines, chopper flows, and eerie truths about power and silence. No contracts. No mercy. Just control. Listen now before we vanish back into the shadows...

Lyrics 

Power is faceless. Wealth is nameless.
Control is silence. And I don't waste it.

They print it, I take it, I stack it, I vanish.
New accounts, new names, new habits.
They chasin’ a bag—I turn cash into planets.
I don’t run plays, bitch—I run mechanics.
Tryna read moves? I already rerouted.
Talkin’ ‘bout risk? Your vault’s surrounded.
A.I in the mainframe, silence the sirens.
Kill-switch ready your stocks start dyin’.
Take a loan out? Nah, I just take banks.
Take a contract? Nah, I just take ranks.
Take a company? Nah, I just take names.
Take a country? Nah I take space...
By the time you make a move I’ve already switched lanes, bitch!

I don’t sign, I erase it.
I don’t flex, I replace it.
I don’t beg, I'll invade.
Money moves in the dark and I don’t leave a trace, bitch.
I don’t fold, I drain it.
I don’t spend, I claim it.
I ain't fightin’, I reign it.
No life, no fame—still the stock exchange drained, bitch. Ohhhhh!

Come inside, take a seat, I’ll explain the machine.
I don’t make wealth—I erase what it means.
Your stocks ain’t dropping, bitch, they evaporate.
Your CEO ain't fightin’, bitch, we collaborate.
Kiss of death on a wire transfer, send that.
New shell corp, clean funds, let’s spend that.
They hold the bag while I hold the blueprint.
Power ain’t loud, baby, real wealth is fluent.
Every signature's inked in blood unseen—can’t fake that.
Every check cashed a ghost—watch it bleed black.
You hustle for paper, but you die for a check.
I speak in silence and it breaks an exec!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Tell me, what it feel like—
To move money you don’t own?
Tell me, what it feel like—
Stressin’ out for the loans?
Tell me, what it feel like—
Scrapin’ for the dollars like it’s fatal...
I sit back, printin’ money like I’m federal.

You chase money.
I make it disappear.
You want power.
But you still play fair.
Power don’t play fair, baby.
Now run along home, motherfucker...
You got work tomorrow.

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Ghost Money

Godflesh is an unholy fusion of vamptrap, grime rap, and dark industrial metal—a blistering resurrection of pain into power. Gothic rituals and trap aggression collide in this blood-soaked anthem of rebirth, wrath, and domination. One of our darkest tracks yet. Play it loud before it vanishes.

Lyrics

Let’s do this... yea.

Widowed breath, my hollow vow,
Held the blade, didn’t know how.
Ghosts in the mirror, grief in the chest,
Life was a debt I laid to rest.
Whispers slithered as chapels cracked,
Veins went cold, my eyes turned black.
Pulse like prayer — then silence snapped.
A fang in the wrist, and I came back.

Funeral eyes with a war inside,
Woke in the dark where angels cried.
Chalice of ash, baptized in rot,
Soul got stripped but the flesh did not.

Crimson sermons carved in bone,
Life ain’t light where blood moans.
Bled so long new stars took shape,
I walk with blood on my fangs and time duct-taped.

This thirst is everything. BLEH!

Veins full of venom and sermon of sin,
Lungs got stitched where the fire begins.
Hope went ghost on a funeral wind,
Ashes rise, now the burnin’ begins.

Love turned lead when the angels fell,
Hymns from the crypt where the silence dwells.
Tongues got twisted in bloodstained spells,
Now I preach from the pit with a thirst I sell.

Holy? Hollow. Math was cursed.
Soul got split when the line reversed.
Begged for the void — got hunger first.
Now I drink the dusk till the heavens burst.

Name got carved where the flames still hiss,
I wear my deaths like apocalypse fits.
Graves don’t sleep — they whisper bliss,
Every pulse I take is a blade I kiss.

AHHHHHHHHHH!

Choke on scripture, bleed that psalm,
Your gods wear masks — I snapped their calm.
You crowned me dead. That made me king.
Now every pulse is offering.

Cathedrals fall where I now tread,
I walk on glass — you bleed instead.
Every scream’s a choir fed
To the horror stitched inside my head.

Gold means nothing, pain’s divine.
You call it rage — I call it spine.
This ain’t revenge. This is design.
I am the stake you fucking left behind.

I died in truth — came back in sin.
Now thrones collapse where I begin.
No light, no grace, no aftershock —
Just hunger crowned in shattered clocks.

What breaks becomes.
What bleeds, what’s done.
I rose with a new name.
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

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GodFlesh

A brutal VampTrap anthem. Cull Season is fangs-out warfare—where dark rap, glitch metal, and gothic bass collide. This is Cindered Heart's war cry from the shadows. Blink and it’s gone. We vanish soon. You’ve been warned. Welcome to the purge.

Lyrics 

This ain’t no prophecy.
Ain’t no sign
of the end of times.
It’s cull season...
the end of the line.
We comin’ out the dirt.
Fangs first.

Predators don’t announce themselves.
They watch.
They wait.
They feed.
Every new reign climbs, it seeds,
just to crack beneath its own greed.

Cull Season’s not a threat, it’s a promise.
It’s a harvest. No pretense, just honest.
We don't crawl out the dirt for vengeance.
We don't lurk in fear. We are presence.
We curated your arrogance, kept you in suspense.
Now we return, no cap, we breathless, just reckless.
So remember this and never forget it:
Cindered Heart will always speak for the voiceless.

Get it. Get it.

It’s Cull Season —
bodies droppin’.
No more shadows —
we ain’t stoppin’.
Every fear you had?
Now breathin’.
Every sin you sold?
Is now bleedin’.

It’s Cull Season —
we curse the sky.
Fangs out now —
we've multiplied.
Mortals will fall,
no one survives.
This is the price
for trusting your pride.

We feast on the fear.
And this time,
you bleed — you die.

Blood on your hands?
We makin' rivers.
Repentin' won't save
you fake-ass sinners.
No more resistin' —
just cold deliverance.
One by one,
we erase all ignorance.

Harbingers? Nah.
We’ve been beneath,
with ancient blood
in our veins — rulers and kings.
You fed off war,
while you poisoned your streams.
All your gods are false.
All your children deceived.

You all lost your way.
You all lost your sight.
Let memory fade.
Let me remind you why
you should always
fear the night.

Ahhhhhhh!

It’s Cull Season —
bodies droppin’.
No more shadows —
we ain’t stoppin’.
Every fear you had?
Now breathin’.
Every sin you sold?
Now bleedin’.

It’s Cull Season —
we curse the sky.
Fangs out —
no alibi.
Mortals fall —
no one survives.

Just a heads up...
we were here...
the whole fuckin’ time.
Hahahaha.

This won’t be an uprising.
Not a rebellion.
This is a return
to how it used to be.
This is correction.
Time you learned your lesson.

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