Engines roar under crimson skies,
Lucifer’s bar’s got the open sign.

Janis sings with a whiskey flame,
Hendrix bends a solo, lightning frame.
Bowie paints the stars in red,
Cobain laughs, “man, the dream ain’t dead.”
Winehouse pours a midnight gin,
Prince spins vinyl, lets the funk begin.
Freddie crowns the crowd again,
The saints outside just count the sin.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Elvis shakes the firelight stage,
Morrison growls through the iron cage.
Lemmy deals cards by the neon flame,
Cash keeps score, sings “burn that name.”
Tina struts with a devil’s grin,
Lou Reed hums “walk on in.”
All the legends broke their spell—
Now they headline down in hell.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Bon’s on the mic, sayin’ “raise that glass!”
No halos here, just fuel and gas.
Angels peek but they can’t compete,
Too much groove, too much heat.
If the devil’s got the better sound,
I’ll take the road that’s underground.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Sing it loud — no more snoring!
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — keep roaring.
Turn it up and break that spell —
Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring,
All the good people are in hell!

Highway flames and a rock-n-roll yell,
See ya tonight at the after-hell.

Heaven ? Hell no, it’s boring

Shatterline is the sound of breaking and becoming — a collision of industrial rock, cyberpunk atmosphere, and raw human emotion.
Blending heavy guitars, cinematic synths, and haunting baritone vocals, PulseMeld dives into identity, loss, rebellion, and rebirth across ten tracks that move between pain and power.
Each song is a fragment of the fracture — from the haunting confession of “Leaving Town to Find Peace” to the electric defiance of “Machines of Eden” and the gothic ache of “Black Rose.”

The Crows Are Coming For Us

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