“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

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


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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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© 2024–2025 All rights reserved.

Are You In

Pour mon peeps 💪🏻

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

WARNING (Prod. By. sonofdavidnathan)

LIKE A FOLK like a pimp REMIX pimp-C |prod. by sonofdavidnathan)

Thru The Opposition (prod by. sonofdavidnathan)

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HOLY TRINITY (prod by. sonofdavidnathan)

The Siren

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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