Covenant - Dead Stars

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 

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