Vicarious
Eye on the TV'Cause tragedy thrills meWhatever flavourIt happens to be like;Killed by the husbandDrowned by the oceanShot by his own sonShe used the poison in his teaAnd kissed him goodbyeThat's my kind of storyIt's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me likeI am a monsterFrown out your one faceBut with the otherStare like a junkieInto the TVStare like a zombieWhile the motherHolds her childWatches him dieHands to the sky cryingWhy, oh why?'Cause I need to watch things dieFrom a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world diesYou all need it too, don't lie
Why can't we just admit it?Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowingNeither the brave nor boldThe writers of stories soldWe won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things dieFrom a good safe distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world diesYou all feel the same soWhy can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come downDrawn on grave and ground
Part vampirePart warriorCarnivore and voyeurStare at the transmittalSing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angelsIn the hearts of men.Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.Shouldn't have to say it all again.The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.So it is. So it's always been.
We all feed on tragedyIt's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I, live while the whole world diesMuch better you than I