Dead Stars - Club Version

(Eins, zwei, drei, vier)
 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 stars still burn
 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