Modern Death - Deathstars

So can you tell me how you feel inside the beat of a child

Or is it more dead then alive, fashioned in a sinful style

I don’t care — NO Not at all

I care of nothing

So can you persuade me -I will for the dying.

No star for the blackened youth

The empyrean x-ray

Yeah, distorted on hell’s use

The empyrean x-ray

No mirror for the blinded youth, or that fucked up truth

No hearts for the willing to live, from more than this world can give

I don’t care — NO Not at all

I care of nothing

So can you persuade me -a will for the dying

No star for the blackened youth

The empyrean x-ray

Yearh, distorted on hell’s use

The empyrean x-ray

A design for the broken, a fistful of darkness for life

Burnt out sick and frozen, can you feel the hatred

No star for the blackened youth

The empyrean x-ray

Yearh, distorted on hell’s use

The empyrean x-ray