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Covenstate

ARMA DRE - Covenstate

𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖍 ⛥ 𝕭𝕷𝕺𝕹𝕯𝕬𝕽𝕺𝕾𝕰 {prod kilolit}

HOLLOW CLOUDS | Suicideboys Type Beat x Dark Trap | 146 BPM | Prod. $pliffer

A cursed trap anthem dripping with luxury and rot. Too Rich Too Dead dives deep into the decay of excess, lost faith, and the hollow loop of immortality. Cindered Heart spits grief, fashion, and fatalism with venom — a vamptrap confession from the throne of the damned.

Lyrics

Bank talk cheap — wired in gold
Tombs got keys, but the locks too old
Private jet meals taste like ash
Even God don’t text me back
Ghost tags runnin’ on the yacht floor
Signed her neck, now she payin me to show more
Cops salute me — I don’t 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 I’m 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 don't get any on my Loui 15
Yurrr

Boarinn’ — too rich
Pourin’ — no pitch
Flexin’ — ain’t 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 that’s left ain’t no tonic
Ain’t 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 ain’t worth what fear can cost
World sold out and I’m at a loss
All my sins in designer stitch
Chandeliers swing, but the soul don’t twitch
Boarded up streets where honor died
Now it’s 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 can't care

Feel? Nah
Love? Nah
Build? Nah
Kill? Yessir

Boarinn’ — too rich
Pourin’ — no pitch
Flexin’ — ain’t 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 don’t 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 ain’t what it seems to be
Yeah

"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"

Too Rich Too Dead

Fangs Out is a venom-laced VampTrap anthem by Cindered Heart—blending apocalyptic lyricism, gangster defiance, and undead swagger. Synth-heavy drops, dark poetic venom, and unholy truth make this track a blood-slicked war cry for the eternal, untouchable, and unrepentant

Lyrics

Talkin' fate we above that
Talkin' nights?
We be addin' to the fright
But we don’t beg
Nah—we bite
Let’s get it

Hahahahah

We don't creep in shadows
Nah, we walk through glass
Cameras flash, and we grin when the questions ask
"How you live so long?"—don’t worry 'bout that
We been stackin’ silence while your systems crash

No capes, no myths, no stakes to dodge
Just a full tank, Glock clean, no entourage
We the ones that your laws never saw on tape
Now we floodin' every timeline like a data scrape

Talk truth? Then address us direct
We built empires while you flexed on debt
Your gods on decline, your news been fake
While we fed off the fear that your world can’t shake

We not hiding—we televised
Whole species got glamoured eyes
We turned hunger to enterprise
Now it's vamps in the boardroom—weaponized

We got fangs
Fuck sunlight
We been eternal
Since your god made life
We don’t kneel
We don’t plead
We don’t lose
We don't die
We feed
We feed

We got fangs
Fuck sunlight
We been eternal
Since your god made light
Your clocks don’t tick
On vamp degrees
We don’t age
We just seize
Now bleed

Paper gods? We spit that
Your holy books? We ripped that
Your prayers? We flipped that
Blasphemy drippin’ in pitch black

World powers? We tax that
Stackin’ thrones while you hashtag
Cuffed in faith? We laugh back
Centuries deep, never snapped at

Your red tape? We toast that
Your fake courts? We ghost that
Your scales tip? We broke that
Bled your myths ‘til the ghosts snapped

Every lie you fed, we spit back
Now your world drips red, no static

We got fangs
Fuck sunlight
We been eternal
Since your god made life
We don’t kneel
We don’t plead
We don’t lose
We don't die
We feed
We feed
We feed

We got fangs
Fuck sunlight
We been eternal
Since your god made light
Your clocks don’t tick
On vamp degrees
We don’t age
We just seize

Crown cracked? We fixed that
Bled your kings and remixed that
Took your thrones, unzipped that
Stitched 'em shut in a silk wrap

Truth's dead? We reframe that
Wrote your fate in a blade-slap
You cast spells? We drain that
Ink and ash where your saints sat

System glitchin’? We planned that
False flags flyin’? We manned that
Your last hope? We scammed that
Broke the code where your clan's at

Your laws fall like dusk now
We feed fast, no trust now
You burn books? We dust down
Then write gospel in guts now

Our name’s sung in dread tones
Your temples? Our headstones
We're not death—we’re what owns
Every night your fear won’t leave alone

Law's an illusion
Time’s an infection
But we?
We’re the cure
Immortal
Untouchable
Immoral

This clock stays red
Forever

"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"

Fangs Out

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

Cindered Heart is not just a brand.
They are a movement ! Of VampTrap, rebellion, and existentialism, through brutal rap flows and hardcore Dubstep/Alt Hip Hop !

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.

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