Deathstars
Текст песни 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 stillborn style

I don't care - Not at all - I care of nothing (х2)

So can you persuade me -I will for the dying

No star for the blackened youth
Hey! The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's fuse
The empyrean x-ray

No mirror for the blackened youth
Or that fucked up truth
No hearts for the willing to live
From more than this world can give

I don't care - Not at all - I care of nothing (х2)

So can you persuade me -I will for the dying

No star for the blackened youth
Hey! The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's fuse
The empyrean x-ray

No star for the blackened youth
Hey! The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's 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 hatred...