Covenant: Dead Stars (2000)

Dead Stars

Eins, zwei, drei, vier...

We find our songs
In fashion magazines.
We read the story
In the morning papers.

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.

Dead stars still burn.
Dead stars still burn.
Dead stars still burn.
Dead still... stars burn...


We break down

We break down.