“God Bless 'Merica” rips the mask off a dying system. This is no anthem—it’s a reckoning. Cindered Heart spits venom and truth through glitchy dubstep and fire-spitting bars. A savage wake-up call wrapped in noise, blood, and rebellion. Hear it. Feel it. Or stay plugged in and perish.

Lyrics

Wake up.  
You're not broke
You're being broken.  
Your silence?  
It’s chosen.  
Now it's time to bite back.  

I was born from the bones of collapsed regimes  
Where the rich play chess on collapsed dreams  
Where the youth get fed with collapsed beams  
And a book’s worth less than a cracked screen  

Got veins full of mercury, breath full of lead  
Crops been dead, but the ads still fed  
Classrooms dumbed so we bow our head  
While the kings drink oil from the veins we bled  

Artificial skies where the suns don't set  
New gods rise off the world’s regret  
Kids sell soul for a blue check bet  
While the ghettos get mined for a clean-cut jet  

All my dogs go hungry so the yachts stay fat  
Every vote rigged like a poker stat  
And the preacher scream “God” with a federal gat  
But your savior’s gone they deleted that  

We bled, they banked  
They drained, we sank  
They fed us lies in a scripture tank  
Now we rise from the rust and rank  

We code our grief in encrypted slang  
With a fist full of fire and a voice that bangs  
You want truth?  
Then bite with fang
The American dream goes out with a bang  

They poisoned the seed and rewrote the root  
Taught us to beg while they hoard the loot  
Dumbed our thoughts with a suit and boot  
Now we rap pain just to sound acute  

They profit off pills and synthetic cure  
While the cure been killed, can't find it no more  
Air so thick that the birds don't soar  
And the food get taxed while the cancer pours  

School’s a loop, teach shame not skill  
Trade your light for a dollar bill  
Build your cage with a Netflix chill  
While your future rot in a test-tube spill  

Factory farms where the screams don’t fade  
Churches burn while the pastors get paid  
God ain't gone just locked in shade  
While they pimp your faith in a hostile trade  

You know they already beat us, not with bombs or guns, but with pens and our complacency  
Yeah, but don’t think about that  

Skyscrapers built on ancestral bones  
Governments crawl in a data drone  
They watch from clouds with a synthetic tone  
While the kids get cloned from a fractured phone  

False prophets selling dopamine prayers  
While your rights get signed in a billionaires' lair  
You breathe in fear like tainted air  
And they sell your grief as a limited share  

Free will sold at a Black Friday tag  
While your hopes get hacked with a branded flag  
You think you choose but they plant the lag  
Now the world gets played by a shadow gag  

Truth ain't loud it’s buried in code  
Deep in the servers where the real ones go  
This is for the ghosts they silenced slow  
We write their names in the rebel flow  

Clocks tick slick, script drip thick  
Wires flick quick, brain glitch sick  
Skull click brick, soul’s real trick  
Flesh zip-stitched, code pick stick  

Truth’s wick lit, hope’s grip split  
Veins grip grit, fate’s pit bit  
Fangs rip wit, dark hymn writ  
No quit kit—just this misfit hit  

We bled, they banked  
They drained, we sank  
They fed us lies in a scripture tank  
Now we rise from the rust and rank  

We code our grief in encrypted slang  
With a fist full of fire and a voice that bangs  
You want truth?  
Then bite with fang
The American dream goes out with a bang  ...

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God Bless 'Merica

Comme une mélodie 

Comme une mélodie 🔰

Manque à L'appel

Manque à L'appel📱

On my Spaceship 

On my Spaceship 🛸

Shadowban drags truth from the circuit board and bleeds it through distorted bass. A scream for justice through grime, dub, and pain—this is anti-sermon rap for a system that silences us. Cindered Heart turns censorship into war cries. Raw. Filthy. Honest. You won’t forget this one.

Lyrics

I am not a prophet  
I am not a poet  
I am the static between the lies  
I am the glitch in your bloodline  
I am your ancestors at the gate  
I am the rage of the god fearing  
lets get it straight

You were born in debt  
and they named it “grace”  
Sold your future with a handshake  
Crib costs stacked like war crates  
Milk on loan  
and they still want a taste

They bled your mother  
they taxed her screams  
Filed the trauma under American Dreams  
Called your hunger a budget scheme  
Then sold your silence to an algorithm team

They fed you credit like communion wine  
But the church doors close when the banks align  
Mortgage gospel  
kneel and tithe  
God don’t answer  
And Priests just cosign

They made survival a service fee  
And made freedom a brand  
you lease monthly  
Bet

They gave you a savior to stop you from rising  
Hung him high  
said “Don’t try climbing”  
Gold-plated guilt and televised praying  
While bishops wear skins from the children they’re slaying

Cathedrals built on fractured backs  
Confess  
regress  
then cut the facts  
Pastors in jets  
just pedos relaxed  
sayin “Peace be with you” unless you’re Black

They twisted Jesus into capital  
God became a CEO with sabbaticals  
Said turn the cheek while they burned your house  
Then told your kids faith’s practical

I don’t need their cross to carry  
I need a torch  
and something  
to  
bury

something to bury

Clickbait news feed fried your brain  
Now you tweet like change gon’ come from pain  
Rent too high  
but the vibe’s insane  
So we dance on debt like it's part of the game

Plastic meals and synthetic stress  
no more pride  
just a dopamine chest  
Work all week just to maybe exist  
wade in the water like the system ain't piss

Digital prophets  
code our coffins  
Scroll-fed sermons  
addiction cold stops us  
Saints in silk with name-brand boasts  
Preachin salvation in sponsored posts

as Neural feeds drip cradle to grave  
New face scan tagged  
now you’re a slave  
Byte-born chains in virtual prisons  
while Terms and conditions delete your decisions

Clicks are prayers now  
likes are law  
Every confession just feeds the maw  
Church of the circuit  
blacked out scripts  
as the Truth gets jumped by algorithmic fists  

World in the chokehold  
knees on necks  
Kids in sweatshops  
branded in checks  
Peace is a myth  
sold in perfume ads  
And war’s just business  
with better tags

Churches full of gold  
but shelters collapse  
Politicians laugh  
while your insulin laps  
Got Cops in riot gear  
for minimum wage  
while white collars bailed with a wink backstage

My Blood in the soil  
oil in lungs  
Truth is a virus  
and I’ve become one  
while new gods wear Prada  
and snort lines  
a single mom starves in the prayer line

Google knows your guilt before you do  
NSA got your fear on YouTube  
Amazon sells your trauma in bulk  
And trauma’s the product that always results  

Mother fuckers  
They cloned our grief and called it art  
Turned Black pain into Wall Street charts  
They love our blood when it prints in mass  
But when we speak truth  

its a Shadow ban  

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Shadowban

An unfiltered scream against corruption, violence, and the sellout of the sacred. What's Your Price is a blistering tirade through modern horror, fake faith, and blood-for-profit culture. This Is CH power. Raw, Furious, and Unchained. This is What's Your Price " !

Cruel intentions  
void extensions  
hell’s inventions  
soul redemptions  
Fractured lessons  
warped confessions  
plague infections  
mass suppressions  
Teeth are grinding  
truth’s declining  
hope’s a cancer  
faith ain't blinding  
corruptions climbing  
graves are lining  
love’s a myth  
and rage defining  

Mirrors shatter  
fangs get sharper  
blood gets louder  
skin gets darker  
Hearts are frozen  
speech is chosen  
rules are rigged  
and laws are broken  
Hunger stretching  
time’s dissecting  
bones are poisoned  
cause pain’s a weapon  
Pull the strings and watch them shatter

Every empires built on slaughter

And you want me to give a fuck?  
Fuck you!

politics demented  
bent and twisted  
sold in bulk and mass-insisted  
Dreams are taxed  
then repossessed  
just wake up broke and die in debt  
Cries get muted  
sighs get boosted  
scripts get flipped  
and loves rebranded  
Freedom’s scripted  
faith’s encrypted  
every prayer is now inflicted  
Cash is sacred  
blood’s a token  
wars are streamed  
and votes are stolen  
God’s on billboards  
preachers flexin’  
selling mercy  
and just pretending  
Saints wear wristwatches from hell  
while kids eat bullets  
they kiss and tell  
while I watch the sun drip from the cross  
that ignites a flame I thought we lost

Torn enchantments  
with fake enhancements  
families burning in abandon  
Skies are cracking  
judges lacking  
black spoons boiling in my canon  
My words like razors  
forged by traitors  
rhythm cursed  
next to soulless haters  
My skin’s a prison  
inside the cisterns  
where hope decays in rotted rhythms

from Ashen thrones  
and bloodstained vespers  
where holy hands rape the blessed ones  
Crucifixes flipped and twisted  
locked in spaces they never visit  
Shadows kneeling  
gods are bleeding  
suits are laughing  
as leaders feeding  
Hope is dead  
I watched them eat it  
Don't expect me to fuckin clean it

askew reason  
laws are treason  
truth’s a virus  
trust is bleeding  
Scripted fate  
encrypted seasons  
kill the code  
alive new lesions  
Burn the ledger  
flood the system  
drag their ghosts out through the prism  
Feed on power  
rip religion

then spit their sermons in their prisons

Clock is red  
the blood won’t settle  
fangs like fire  
eyes like metal  
Mind’s a weapon  
soul’s a kettle  
boiling hate you’ll never meddle  
Torn from birth  
and flame reborn  
the lasting soul forever scorned  
Silence now—your world’s deformed

don't fucking bitch just because you're born

Gutter prophets  
banker profits  
heaven’s hostage  
leaders toxic  
News is twisted  
blood enlisted  
dreams are murdered  
pride’s resisted  
Steel is humming  
war drums drumming  
future mean nothing  
fear is coming  
World’s a furnace  
hearts are service  
hate is truth  
and hope’s just worthless

Womb to prison  
life’s a sentence  
sins are priced in market pensions  
Justices plastic  
deaths are classic  
filth is worshipped  
fame’s elastic  
Youth are drowning  
pills are crowning  
suits are laughing  
blood is counting  
what sacred melts in corporate fire  
this world was sold to the fucking liars

And you fucking know it

Hope’s a cancer  
peace is bait  
The world’s a coffin  
dressed in state  
Bleed the sky  
destroy the gate  
so when it rains  
it desecrates

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What's Your Price

" In Those We Trust "A brutal industrial rock-rap fusion exposing how education, big pharma, and media conspire to control and sedate. Cindered Heart spits raw truth over dark beats, haunting drops, and scorched vocals. This track is a warning—and a reckoning.

Lyrics

They used to teach stars, maps, and English in the plains
Now it’s Wi-Fi, worksheets, and invisible chains
Every bell a leash
Every desk a cage
They bred the lion out the child
Left a rat in its place

Used to teach calc in a single-room shack
Kids could quote lands, now they TikTok smack
Grew strong on books, now it’s app-store crack
We built a world power, then let it jump track

Used to lead in science, truth in reach
Now they censor the facts, redact our speech
Rothschild said it, not in class
They scrubbed his name while they taught you math

Don’t want thinkers, just cogs for gears
Curriculum shaped by the ruling peers
Broke the spine of public will
Then opened the door for pharma pills

How much medication is your child on?

They saw minds waking, so they changed the frame
Cut art, music, blurred the aim
No more thought, just tests and shame
Adderall lined to keep kids tame

Prozac smiles for tweens in pain
Focus up while they blurred the brain
ADHD labels, profit reign
Dumbed-down youth on assembly chains

Recess gone, but the meds remain
Sit still while they wired your vein
Neurons numb while teachers strain
A child’s hand shaking, but the profits paid

It’s our fault
We let them in the door
We clicked
We swiped
We begged for more

It’s our fault
We took the deal
Slept through the theft
Then mocked what’s real

They didn’t hide
We looked away
Now we bleed in silence
While the liars party

Trump ain’t clean, but he peeked in the vault
Showed where the dark spent trillions—halt
But we memed his tan and mocked the cult
While black books burned, it’s still our fault

Unsealed docs, Pentagon tricks
Bio labs, oil licks
You mocked his rants and orange fits
Instead of catching the counterfeit

He leaked the proof
They screamed unhinged
But you forgot what he unhinged
CIA masks, PR tints
Epstein’s list? Biden said it didn’t exist

Now Musk plays God with a Wi-Fi chain
In the West Wing, billionaire brain
AI ethics wrapped in gain
Sold your rights for a stock exchange

We meme and cheer and dance
While they re-code laws in a neural trance
Your vote was tossed like pocket lint
And your anger? Just a branded stint

It ain’t just them
It’s us
We laughed
We mocked
We slept
We scrolled
We obeyed

While they bought the schools
We bought the lies
While they drilled our minds
We closed our eyes

And now we rage
But too late
Because we were the lesson plan
We were the state
Now we’re the bait

So here we are, back in class
No pencils
No chalk
Just chains made of slack
And the final exam was passed

By those we entrust
Not us

By those we entrust
Not us

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In Those We Trust

Dark Timez

“They’re Not Gods” by Cindered Heart delivers a brutal blend of industrial rap, dark rock, and lyrical defiance. Tackling corporate corruption, pharmaceutical lies, and systemic abuse, it’s a fearless anthem for the silenced — raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically real.

Lyrics

They made gods outta logos.
and catastrophes outta need.
Now all the T.V. news be fear.
and us ?
we just grab another beer..... WHAT ?

They gave corporations souls,
called ‘em people with rights.
Now pfizer’s more protected than a child’s last rites.
Insulin hikes while they roll cigars !
They bury the cure, then buy a luxury car.

We know Congress is paid, just to stay silent.
So while Lobbyists whisper, we outlaws stay vibrant !

Have to...

Remember Good ol Johnson & Johnson.
sold talc like faith. And when the lawsuits rose...
they just changed the name !

They knew the vax could do some damage,
Still signed it off—stacked truth in baggage.
Cut the checks with a smirk and package,
Scrubbed the scene—legal black magic.

Just savage.

Told the moms in court: “We owe no tax.”
“Your kid’s just data in pharma's tracks.”
Then they flew first-class, let the pain collapse,
Poured Scotch in Vale with the press on blast.

Justice blessed the dose, then ghosted facts.
Sold you death in designer slacks.
Docu-hype made the ratings stack—
No cuffs snapped... just blades in our backs.

Cindered heart ain’t your martyr !
They your ghost in recall .
every kid that OD’d
on every script they called lawful !

just think of the father
who buried his son.
And followed the trail
to a caviar run !

come on !

Harvard degrees with blood on their cuffs.
Moderna hit veins but the lawsuits get snuffed.
Oxy was truth, now it's branded as myth.
But watched your board toast to another lost kid !

They priced fixed survival,
then auctioned grief.
Sold hope in capsules
Then they get off Scott free.

Motherfuckers.

They fed us the pain
just to boost the trend.
Now wellness is apps.
and the healing’s, well....just pretend !

Government grins in a marble lair,
Signing deals while they auction care.
Red tape strangled in a Medicare snare,
Premiums rise, but they’re millionaires.

Agents dance in a claims ballet,
Deny the sick, then delay the pay.
Co-pays stacked in a death cliché,
While politicians reap on the sick buffet ! YEAH !

Courtrooms preach with a guilt veneer,
Truth’s a ghost in the gaze of fear.
They'll sell your fate by fiscal year,
Then jet off ina - private - Lear.

remember, Their not gods.
Their people with bank accounts, and a home address YEAH !

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They're Not Gods

Graveyard

Immigrant Kids kill eachother

A lyrical exorcism written in blood and breath—Say Something by Cindered Heart dismantles religion, power, and silence in a broken world. It's not a song. It's a reckoning. Every verse carves accountability into the myth of a watching God. Unforgiving. Unrelenting. Unafraid.

Lyrics

Got a soul filled with rage after a long spill
Born marked with a raw will
From a cradle laced love, fed prescription pills
Ingested by a system rigged for the lost still
Taught to kneel when they rob still
God...
Why the silence when the cops kill?

Pop quiz — is this your plan?
Tested me since the day I ran
Out the womb into man-made scams
Jabbed with chems, then branded with scans
School fed lies with a flag in hand
Propaganda in one fist, poison in the other
Damn

Where the angels at?
Where’s the cure for that?
Why they pollute the air and deny that?
Cancer bloomin’ in the grocery rack
And my preacher man drives a brand new Jag
What's up wit that?
How they get away with that?

Truth's been buried in a black file
Redacted, extracted, stacked away in exile
Fact check: the pastor’s a reptile
Talkin peace, but we walkin hell’s mile
Talkin God while sniffin a glass vial
Tell me...
Why is it always the poor that's on trial?

Where you at when the pain hit?
When the meds don't work and the brain splits?
When the net turns saints into the same shit?
When the phone screen glows but the flame quits?
When I screamed, the void don’t transmit
So I gotta burn this verse till my name fits
Is it me?
‘Cause it don't seem you give a shit

Hey God
Do you recognize what you built?
Is it me… or you that’s been killed?
'Cause I see your name used for war and guilt
And when blood floods the streets...
Is that your will? Or... is this hell?

They sell gods in the Super Bowl ads
Then in between, they sell a cross, a flag, and a body bag
But go silent when the children ask
Why the priest touched them in a Sunday class
Why did the war take Dad?
Why the water go bad?
Why the school got cops but the food won’t last?
But billionaires gettin richer as the days pass
Can you explain that?

I ain't bitter — I'm hate in
The veil ain't real, it's breakin’
I know the throne’s real, just vacant
Your saints got deals with Satan
Tech rewired our patience
Now love’s just lust with a fragrance
They profit off our traumas
Then bury us under insurance payments

I snapped when every prayer returned silent
I'm not violent — just titan, defiant
I clawed through the code as a virus
I saw that the gods were clients
To banks, to bloodlines, to tyrants
So I built my faith un-reliant

Now I spit without fire of Zion
One man, no choir, no lyin’
If you’re real — show up, stop hidin’
I’m no saint, I'm tryin, I'm dying
Fuck

So I carve these words in the marrow
Every beat like I won’t see tomorrow
Every verse like a torch in the narrow
I’m comin’ for you, God
I’m not expecting a halo

Where the hell were you?
When we needed more than myths?
When the cries came out from the forests that were stripped
And your silence… was the loudest

I don’t blink when the sky turns black
Got a war in my chest and a blade in my back
Every prayer was a trap, every book got hacked
Every “truth” they fed was only matter of fact

I was raised in the noise, baptized in static
Taught peace by the same hands that loaded automatics
Is this order? The rules stay plastic
While the poor stay poor and the news gets graphic

So fuck your throne, I’m past repentance
I was built in a lab of vengeance
Every scar is divine sentence
I spit wrath with this mic
This is your penance

Where were you when the fracture hit?
When the meds wore off and the mind split?
When the net made martyrs outta misfits?
When the screen lit faces but the soul quit?
I called your phone — but the line was dead
So I carved this verse in blood instead

Hey God
Do you see what’s left of your world?
Is it me? Or your own name that’s been hurled?
I see faith used to twist and to guilt
And the blood runs thick...
Is this the house you built?

Say Something

Songwriter: XinnChi 
Vocal Mixing: XinnChi 
prod. TmX x Trenchmadedat

Ig @xinnnnnchi

Lyrics 

Thout she love me
But she wanna kill me
Feel in love
With a bitch 
I don trust 
All em niggas
I just seat
Down and think
Go home
Dinner eat
Kiss em kids
Fuck that bitch 
Fuck her good 
Make her scream
Every night 
Make it wipe 
Told ma mama
That I'll get rich
Am tryna get it
She tryna get me
We sippin lean
Here's a sip
To the top
Ain't no limit 
Feel my gun
Feed my spirit 
I cannot die 
You cannot kill me
Smoke a blunt 
Right to ma lungs 
And I ain't quittin
To the block 
Fuck the obbs
Keep ma glock
If you winnin
They want in it
Tryna live
Tryna eat
Am tryna kill
We smoking blimp 
Ain't lil change 
Am all on ears
Am tryna leave
Gun fucked your nigga
Am keepin it real


Ignore  !

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ZaZa (prod. TmX x Trenchmadedat)

"Are You In" by Cindered Heart dismantles global control with razor-sharp wordplay against the state, church, and corporate systems exposed and ignited. This isn’t rebellion. It’s a mantra.
Hear it. Feel it. Rise.

Lyrics

I'm breakin' the lock and I'm poppin' it
Seein' the plot and I’m mockin’ it, shockin’ the flock
And I'm watchin’ the clock while they buyin’ the poison
And preachin’ the talk of a god in a box

With a needle, they feedin’ the sequel
Deceitful, illegal, it’s deep in the law
Now the steeple is lethal, the preacher's a regal
But slaughtered a billion with crosses and cloth

I'm rippin’ the mask off the Vatican
Facts in the blackness, I'm packin’ it in with a grin
While the hackers injectin’ a code in your kin
And the church says amen as they harvest your sin

Corporations be facin’ no charges
Erasin’ your wages, they harvest your debt
Patent your genes, put your kids in a net
Then inject 'em with cancer and call it a test

I'm takin’ it global, the plan is ironic
The tonic is trauma, the pulse is a lie
Feelin’ robotic, the logic is chronic
The moment you’re born you’re conditioned to die

They silence the science, then brand it as proof
While they sterilize minds in a dopamine loop
Education’s a script for obedience troops
Keep the cattle in class while the rich engineer truth

They takin’ your food
They breakin’ your brain
They fakin’ your news
They feedin’ you pain
They taxin’ your breath
They patent your name
We rise from the dirt
We burst from the chains

Burn it all to the ground
Revolution awaits

Crackin’ the code in the classroom
Doom in the pages, them lessons is tombs
Lunch full of meat with a microchip twitch
And the greens all glow from a lab-born bloom

I’m movin’ like shadow in data streams
Every click’s tracked back to the master screens
You ain’t pickin’ your path, you were packaged to scream
Now the ads in your dreams got you bleedin’ esteem

The teacher with a dagger, the deans with a chain
Correcting your thoughts, correcting your fates
Every diploma funded by market gain
Every PhD a hostage with trauma engrained

The governments puppets for wealthier men
Who experiment twice and deny it again
Testin’ the waters with aluminum rain
While losin’ the cure when it’s rustin’ your brain

I'm cuttin’ through politics, burnin’ the optics
The optics are opiates, thick in the feed
Freedom is leased through a social receipt
Your likes and beliefs are just numbers they reap

It’s all for the elites, it's all been a game
They initiate riots then trademark the flames
But we're not the same, we been awoke
And when hell ignites—we reclaim our place

It's time we draw the line before heaven and hell
There's no one going to save us but ourselves
Are you ready

I’m wired with fire, no silence acquired
I riot inspired by ghosts of the pyres
They lied in the choir, then fired the sirens
Then sold you your cage in a wireless visor

I’m climbin’ the ladder with data that shatters
The narrative wrapped in a powdered disguise
I’m butcherin’ lies with a mind that defies
Every false flag raised in a Pentagon sky

Genocide rich in a quarterly earnin’
The masses are cattle, the borders are burnin’
They kill with a suit and a smile so smirkin’
Then lie to the dead while the Earth keeps turnin’

Gods made in labs, with a priest on a screen
While your family rots from a GMO gene
We scream for truth, but they censor the stream
Revolution is justice by other means

No more illusions
No more masters
No more flags
We break the program
We write the code
We take it back

Burn it all to the ground
Revolution awaits

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Are You In

Pour mon peeps 💪🏻

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. 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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