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 words 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