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
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
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