Modern Death

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
 So 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
 So 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 (...?)
 Burnt out sick and frozen... can you feel (.?)
 No star for the blackened youth
 The empyrean x-ray
 Yeah, distorted on hells fuse
 The empyrean x-ray