Modern Death

(álbum: Synthetic Generation - 2003)

So can you tell me 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
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
Hey! The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's 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
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
Hey! The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's fuse
The empyrean x-ray

No star for the blackened youth
Ooh! 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

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
Ooh! The empyrean x-ray
Yeah, distorted on hell's fuse
The empyrean x-ray

No star for the blackened youth
Yeah, distorted on hell's fuse