Dead Stars Songtext / Lyric

we
find our songs
in fashion magazines
we read the story
in the morning paper

I touch their hearts
and they touch my skin
I`m on your screen
and you are just so wide

put us on display
for everyone to see
we write the wrods
for all to understand

though I get my kicks
it`s slowly wasting me
don`t try to be an artist
I try to be a man

dead stars still burn
dead still stars burn

we find ourselves
in pictures on the net
blinded by science
addicted to devotion

I`m in your hold
eager to abuse
my favourite game
I suffer from misuse

I just want to know
the man in front of them
to read their minds
for me to understand

though I get my kicks
it`s slowly wasting me
don`t try to be an artist
I try to be a man