Modern Death کے بول

So can you tell how you feel inside, the beat of that child Or is it more dead than alive, fashioned in a sinful style I don't care - No! Not at all - No! I care of nothing Can you persuade me? I will for the dying... No star for the blackened youth The empyrean x-ray Yeah, distorted on hells fuse 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 - No! I care of nothing Can you persuade me? I will for the dying... No star for the blackened youth The empyrean x-ray Yeah, distorted on hells fuse The empyrean x-ray A design for the broken, a fistful of darkness for life Burnt out sick and frozen... can you feel the reaper? No star for the blackened youth The empyrean x-ray Yeah, distorted on hells fuse The empyrean x-ray