"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

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
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© 2024–2025 All rights reserved.

Are You In

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⚠️ SONIC WARNING: DO NOT LISTEN UNPREPARED.
This is Neuroshock Protocol—a mind-warping frequency weapon disguised as a track. Designed to bypass your defenses and overwrite your baseline consciousness, it combines glitchcore, tribal war drums, Solfeggio tones, and industrial trap mechanics.
Broadcast from the frontlines of a spiritual cyberwar, this anthem rewires perception through bassline manipulation and harmonic disruption. Expect ego fractures. Expect trance states. Expect to awaken with coordinates embedded in your memory.

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This is not a song. It’s a protocol. Initiation begins at first listen.

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Deploy with caution.


NEUROSHOCK PROTOCOL

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A ghost-born warrior breaks through firewalls and code to launch sonic psychological warfare. “Silk & Firewire” blends industrial trap, glitch, jungle, and haunted ambiance to deliver a digital rebellion anthem. Ghost in the machine. Beat of the breach. Third wave of the GHOST PROTOCOL psywar series.
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Silk & Firewire

[Trick or Treat]

Lyrics:
Bitch I pulled up on the block
With the scar
I'ma let it buck
Pop out at the park
In the car
Keep my heater tucked
Catch me in the cut
Smoking blunts
Full of indica
Mary in my lungs
Coughing blood
Body giving up
Part of me is sorry part of me don't give a fuck
I'm gonna open the trunk
Making the masses run
I do what I want bitch I do this shit for fun
Pondering my own existence everyone around me concerned about funds
Worry about the art
Don't worry about the money
Make something that's good enough the bread will keep on coming
Hoe you got me fucked up
Always up to something
Better off alone grab the chrome get to dumping

Yuh
Everyday I wake up I get high
Sleep away the day but bitch I'm creeping by the night
Acting like it's trick or treat I'll make a fright
I'm just tryna make it by
I fucked up my mind
I'm trying not to die
Everyday fucked I'm fine
Live my life in misery but I'm still grateful I'm alive
Fuck the 9 to 5 that shit drive me wild
Make a couple fans after I sell myself to the other side


Credits:
	•	Produced by: Phreyla
	•	Mixed/Mastered by: Phreyla
	•	Features: N/A

About the Track:
Trick or Treat is me masked up, pulling through the night with smoke in my lungs and chaos riding shotgun. It’s violent, eerie, and unhinged—the kind of track that feels like Halloween itself 

Album Context:
Track 17. Into Oblivion, released 10/31/2025.

Connect:

SPOTIFY - 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ar2nUW3BNxwE4GNYdsmXd?si=xwozk-CiTvm9doFaiLy17w

Apple
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/phreyla/1524001780

INSTAGRAM
https://www.instagram.com/phreyla/

Tags:
#phonk #emotrap #darkrap #gothrap

Trick or Trap

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

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com
© 2024–2025 All rights reserved.

Needs Get Heretic

divine intervention

ouroboros, tao, yin and yang, cycle, circle

A sonic Molotov thrown through the firewall. ‘FUCK THE SYSTEM’ is Silk & Circuitry’s dirtiest war cry yet — an industrial trapcore scream from the shadows. Loaded with glitch-bass, distorted sermons, and unholy anger, this track doesn’t ask for revolution — it demands it. No apologies. No filters. Just raw truth for a world on fire.


Fuck The System

Oblatio Tenebris Remix resurrects Cindered Heart’s ritual in waveform twisted deeper into madness. Latin invocations and serial-killer whispers merge with corrupted dubstep bloodlust, a sacrifice reborn through distortion, obsession, and decay.

Lyrics

The endless torcher of some sometimes is all there is to live for
God help me

Wanna worship something
Worship me

Digging up graves for sacrifice is normal
Normal

Quod de liberis nostris diligimus
Usque ad mortem diligimus

Cooking is fun when you hail Satan

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com

Oblatio Tenebris - Le$$TaTT Remix

Inspired by authentic serial killer quotes this track blurs the line between fan and murderer exploring obsession power and idol worship through distorted bass and spoken word menace a mirror to the fascination with evil that hides in plain sight

Lyrics

im just saying that statistically
a psychopath is more likely to end up as a CEO than a serial killer

look down on me you will see a fool
look up at me you will see your lord
look straight at me
you will see your self

we serial killers are your neighbors
we are your husbands your wives your daughters and sons
we are everywhere
and there will be more of your dead tomorrow

i was born with the devil in me
i could not help the fact that i was a murderer
no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing
i was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where i was ushered into the world
and he has been with me since

your priests your cops your judges your leaders
are all fucking psychopaths
what gives them a pass
that i shouldn't get

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com

Psychopaths 1

wiggers wit glocks

wobble wobble

some kind of voodoo shit ese

im gonna kill myself and your gonna watch me

Heavy bass, digital glitch effects, fast flow

Kairo.exe

What the fuck do you be on? I don’t know man
No more fucking questions lemme finish up my lil plans
I cant sleep no more I’m staying up till AM
I don’t eat no more my mind always in mayhem 
Switching on me, different sides like they some they/thems
Always got something to say and do, they is my big fans
What you stalking for you do you wanna be my good friend?
Man fuck yo ass i rather go and touch grass

I been sitting out for way too long
Now I’m tryna pop up back up in the game don’t call my phone
DND is what I’m on, don’t even need it way too lone
Its how i like it, love the peace it always make me feel I’m home

What the fuck do you be on? I don’t know man
No more fucking questions lemme finish up my lil plans
I cant sleep no more I’m staying up till AM
I don’t eat no more my mind always in mayhem 
Switching on me, different sides like they some they/thems
Always got something to say and do, they is my big fans
What you stalking for you do you wanna be my good friend?
Man fuck yo ass i rather go and touch grass

A.M. [Prod. Cruz2S]

Slush Symphony” tears through political polish — uncovering the truth behind Canada’s so-called “green” slush funds, ArriveCan’s digital grift, and the stolen Indigenous contracts buried beneath bureaucracy

This isn’t protest rap.
It’s documentation through distortion.
🔥 Grin bleeds ink. The system bleeds money.

Slush Symphony Feat. Vee

❤️‍🔥 Cindered Heart ❤️‍🔥
The Architect of VampTrap and Rockstep ! A brutal fusion of industrial bass, cinematic metal, and lyrical fire built for a world that still thinks genres have borders. This is the sound of rebellion sharpened into a dagger that will pick your bones clean by morning . 
CH is dark post-rap industrial rock and dubstep hybrid project forged with layered production, generated samples, synths, guitars and drum machines wielded as ritual weaponry.

Cindered Heart is insurgent music first ! bass-heavy, lyrically masterminded and raw to the bone. Fused with metal’s bite and activist venom. Every track is a call-to-arms against complacency, a cinematic rebellion for those who feel the rot and burn to erase it.

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 new genres like VampTrap and RockStep,  alongside brutal collision, showcasing many sides, and many different styles of music like dubstep, rock, metal and darkwave, with experimental offshoots in folk and reggae. This is not music made for market trends. It’s an audio doctrine where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence unscarred by rhythm.

                    At the center stands a one-man legion 

                                         — Lesstatt — 

overseeing songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and mixing/mastering/rendering. Through a blend of DAW's, hardware synths, drum machines, electric guitars, samplers, and generated sound layers, each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual where melody bleeds into meaning and distortion becomes declaration.

But this vision no longer stands alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and creative allies — each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases across SoundCloud and global streaming platforms — surpassing 70K plays, 1.8K likes, 921 comments, and 750 reposts — plus international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart isn’t chasing popularity. It’s spreading contagion.

This isn’t a trend.
It’s rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t play.
They summon.

Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme — it reigns.

From Clock Stays Red to Psychopaths, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t seek validation. 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 featured by Cindered Heart are fictional and intended solely as artistic expression — a mixture of satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone or promote any actions or ideologies depicted within the art. Listener discretion is advised.

Socials, curated playlists, and online store links with songs, meach, and remixes is all coming soon !

All compositions, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned exclusively by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, remixing, or licensing without written permission is prohibited.

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All rights reserved © Cindered Heart 2024–2025

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



Grin Reaper is a cinematic dark-trap storyteller who forges anthems from ash. Gritty low register, surgical wordplay, ritual hooks—he bends language the way he bends reality, cutting through fake saints, broken systems, and the ghosts in his own chest.
Raised on cold streets and louder nights, Grin writes for the ones who weren’t supposed to make it: grief turned to fire, loyalty over clout, truth over polish. Solo or with Vee, his sound blends heavy 808s, hollow “guillotine” pianos, glitch fragments, and choir-grade drama.
If you came here for comfort, you’ll get honesty. If you came here for power, you’ll get a legion.

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