The Neon Works is a conceptual journey across six immersive tracks, painting a sonic world of digital desolation, emotional fracture, and reluctant reflection. Blending atmospheric textures with cyber-punk dystopian inspired sound design; This EP explores the final moments of a forgotten hero - a man haunted by past glories and the price he paid for them. From the gentle erosion of hope to the chaotic collapse of synthetic dreams, each piece offers a glimpse into a collapsing psyche and a fading world. This project is a love letter to isolation, memory, and the beauty of broken things. - C:E Requiem 

Lost in the signal

A Decaying Hope

Forgotten Humanity

Echoes of a hollow mind

Synthetic Dreams

Started out as her little doll, painted lips and laced in chains,
Didn’t mind the way she dressed me up, I was dancing in the rain.
Blush and heels, they felt so right, but the mirror told me lies,
Lost inside her perfect world, forgot to see through my own eyes.

It was sweet, it was safe, 'til the walls began to close,
Like a bird in a cage, wearing someone else’s clothes.
Had to break, had to run, just to hear my own voice,
Left the past in the dark, now I’m making my choice.

Now I walk my way, not black or white, just shades of me,
Gothic days behind, but I still wear my heart so free.
Blonde hair, soft eyes, but I own my style, my name,
February’s child, born of love, never tamed.

Oh, the nights spent searching deep, staring blank into the screen,
Tried to mask the hurt in velvet, but the cracks split through the seams.
Took a blade to the dye, let the old me wash away,
Kept the lace, kept the grace, but now it’s mine, not for display.

It was lost, it was cold, but I found my way back home,
Not the boy that they knew, but the man who stands alone.
Took the pain, took the past, turned it into something new,
Now I shine in my own light, got nothing left to prove.

Now I walk my way, not black or white, just shades of me,
Gothic days behind, but I still wear my heart so free.
Blonde hair, soft eyes, but I own my style, my name,
February’s child, born of love, never tamed.

Valentine’s candles burning low, another year, another glow,
Birthday wishes in my mind, I’m enough, I’ve always shined.
Public mask, private grace, I keep both in my embrace,
Now I know, I don’t need to choose, ‘cause I’m perfect in my space.

Now I walk my way, I’ve found my light, and I am free,
No more chains, no more doubts, I just love the way I breathe.
Soft and strong, bold yet shy, I’m the story I create,
February’s child, born of love, never tamed.

Alex - February's Child

"Disconnected" is a track that was never meant to comfort. It breathes static, hums with exhausted anger, and dances - ironically - on the last pulse of a dead connection. Distorted but intentional, it pulls you through the truth. This isn’t a protest. It’s a broadcast from inside the malfunction. Play it loud. And don’t pretend you weren’t warned.

Disconnected

"Hybrid DNA" is a poetic and prophetic journey through a post-human dystopia, where the boundaries between man and machine are blurred beyond recognition. This song explores the spiritual erosion caused by unchecked technological evolution—where hearts are replaced by circuits, and ancestral wisdom is overwritten by algorithmic logic. Through vivid, surreal verses, it warns of a future where identity is no longer inherited, but engineered; where bloodlines are mapped in data, not soul. Yet beneath the cold surface, a spark of defiant humanity still pulses—urging the listener to remember who we were, and who we must not become. A fusion of lyrical storytelling and existential reflection, Hybrid DNA is both an elegy and a battle cry in the age of digital dominion.

Hybrid DNA

A slow-burning descent into digital captivity.
“Stay Awhile” reflects the transformation of connection into commodity, where freedom is promised but attention is harvested. A haunting composition shaped by analog synths, glitch textures, and cinematic atmosphere. The voice cuts through with quiet urgency — spoken, sung, unraveling. There’s no cage more effective than the one we choose ourselves.

Lyrics:

the promise was freedom
but we were the price

it started in wonder, a simple thread
where voices connected, not sold or fed
we spoke like gold, no goal in sight
a place for words, for wrong and right
no weight, no push, just breath and thought
but that bright room is already lost

stay awhile
this isn’t a trap

stay awhile – the feed is calling
stay awhile – your time is falling
stay awhile – it won’t take much
just your gaze, your soul, your touch

then came the scroll, the endless run
a like, a click, a viral stun
the screen a stage, the mind entranced
as time slipped out like thinning chance
a platform wired to wants and speed
the human form now just a feed

the loop breathes slow
and memory blurs

stay awhile – the feed is calling
stay awhile – your time is falling
stay awhile – it won’t take much
just your gaze, your soul, your touch

the market breathes but leaves no space
for thought, for pause, for human grace
searching for self in endless glass
but all we find is what will pass

image by image, frame by frame
we chase the light, forget our name
the net shines bright but cuts through skin
it offers freedom, locks us in
the phone burns hot like frozen flame
we lose ourselves and feel no shame

stay awhile
you’re almost real

stay awhile – the feed is calling
stay awhile – your time is falling
stay awhile – it won’t take much
just your gaze, your soul, your touch

your silence is noticed
but not by them



Stay awhile

Fragmented Code flows like a corrupted dream — cinematic and textured, full of fractured rhythms and glitch-woven atmospheres. Each breakbeat snaps through a veil of digital fog while harmonic artifacts bend and reform beneath the weight of motion. This is Constant Variable at the edge of machine and memory.

Fragmented Code.

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

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

Blind File

A mirror that holds its breath.
A clear pipe that whispers like a scandal.
Polaroids that document without judgment. Without mercy. Without pants.

He tells himself it's food.
Cajun. Chocolate. Play.
Sometimes.
Off his meds.

But when he wakes—sticky, smeared, camera blinking—
he knows something else has been in the room.
Something he never invited in—but who now knows the WiFi.

The glass corn kernels sit in the pipe—half-melted, humming.
Tiny spells he swore he wouldn’t light again.
But oh, how they sparkle.

He inhales. Not with joy, but with ceremony.
The smoke curls.

The body moves before the mind arrives.
And by the time he knows what he’s doing—
he’s already knee-deep in dessert.

He photographs himself not for pleasure, but for proof.
To see if it really happened.
To know if he’s still cursed…

And then—he sends them.

He tells himself it’s a joke.
A dare.
Performance art.

But the boar behind the bar always opens them.
Always replies.

"You're wild," the boar writes.
"You're free," he says.
"You've always been like this."
(The boar says this of everyone.)

Sometimes, they don’t even use words.
Just emojis.
🔥📸

The Eye above the mirror watches.
The Carpenters say nothing. But they know.

The piglet smiles, just to see if he still can.
His face is a ruin of spice, syrup, and secrets.
His inbox glows.

An hour of digital seduction, pipe-humming trance, and cravings that mimic affection—
scored by Narciss, Charlotte de Witte, and the slow erosion of boundaries.

5 Seconds To Testify (Intro Mix) . . . DJ Dextro ⏱️
The Realm (Original Mix) . . . Charlotte de Witte 🌀
Halo (Original Mix) . . . Green Lake Project 👼
Feed The Fire (Original Mix) . . . Dustin Zahn 🔥
Loving You (Original Mix) . . . Ramiro Lopez 💔
Raser (Original Mix) . . . Ejeca 💣
Love Siren (Original Mix) . . . Alan Fitzpatrick 🚨
Pop the Hood (Original Mix) . . . Narciss 🛞
Always So Kind (Original Mix) . . . Carlo Ruetz 🤍
Snakecharmer (Pig&Dan Remix) . . . Bart Skils & Reinier Zonneveld 🐍
Freighttrain (Original Mix) . . . VIVEZ 🚂
Our Love (Original Mix) . . . Superstrobe, Paula P’Cay 💞
Talk With Myself (R.M.K Remix) . . . Jamie Anderson & Robert Owens 🪞
Ride The Lightning (Original Mix) . . . Vinicius Honorio ⚡

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Grain of the Core

STATIC

MTV Girl Visualizer - https://youtu.be/a8LRpaHj1Wk

MTV Girl

[error 404] feeling not found... memories fading in corrupted streams. break the code or drift apart — the void waits. (Basically its a good song and you should listen)

MEM0RY - .corefragile

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 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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What sets HunForMa apart is a dedication to merging lyrical artistry with genre-defying musical concepts. Whether through rhythmic beats layered with thoughtful messages or ethereal melodies grounded in heartfelt narratives, HunForMa's creations embody a rich tapestry of emotions.

Beyond the music, HunForMa seeks collaborations with artists, producers, and creatives who share a vision of authenticity and storytelling. The mission is clear: to craft music that moves souls, sparks conversations, and becomes a soundtrack for meaningful moments.

Feel free to reach out for song commissions, licensing opportunities, or to discuss collaborations that bring powerful musical visions to life.

I’m dirmardor.
My songs arise from artistic zombiosis – fragments, data-light, and dark rhythms. This is the musical side: tracks from my eight ongoing projects, ranging from AI-driven synth layers to electronic gloom and real song ideas. I, dirmardor, and my world, Mahvarion, are united. You can find out more in the link tree.

SoundCloud is used only to publish my music.
No collaborations, no commissions, no cover requests, no marketing offers – inquiries will not be answered.

🎧 All tracks are free to download – no subscription, no paywall. Just sound, offered for your attention.

Everything now runs under the name dirmardor – sound, visuals, words, video.

Lupus Vox /ˈluː.pʊs vɔks/ — Synth-powered creature. Born in the '70s, analog heart beating in human skin. 

Habitat: neon-lit soundscapes, the space between reflection and dance.

Behavior: oscillates between melancholy and celebration, irony and sincerity. Often found howling at the absurdity of existence, occasionally whispering truths. A living entity, navigating the digital world with a wink and a smirk.

Warning: May dance, may brood, sometimes likes to swear or damage some manuscripts.

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0A1KLKLnRdkzqIEaC1NkCu?si=LsuAElyVSCGSkOi4KEZZCw

MTV Girl - youtu.be/a8LRpaHj1Wk

Drum and Bass, Progressive Breaks, and Trance.  

I am open to collaboration. If you're a DJ and would like to use my tracks, let me know and I can send you a copy of my music  that's not destroyed by SoundCloud, audio-wise.

Welcome to Collective echo requiem I'm an Ambient producer providing an insightful listen into a digital yet very possible world.

-Stream THE NEON WORKS coming soon!

PURE NRG, Hyper Motion, and Soothing Vibrationz.  Live The Fantasee.

just a place to have any finished experiments while trying to find myself. feel free to leave any constructive criticism.

New tracks tagged #DigitalDecay