Modern Death

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