Vicarious. Tool.






Eye on the TV
Cuz tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour it happens to be
I am killed by the husband
Drugged by the ocean
Shot by his own son he used to poison
Through this tube, as kills trickle by
This black little story is no fun
Until someone dies

Don’t look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying ‘why oh why?’

Cuz I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You 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 flowing
Knee to the grave, noble
Writers just tore his soul
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously I am
While the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can’t we just admit it?

Blood, like rain, come down
Drum on, grave and drown
Caught in the pothole
You're carnivores and voyeurs
Still, heaven sends me to sing to the death rattle

La la la la la la lie
La la la la la la lie
La la la la la la lie
La la la la la la lie

*talking in the background*

Credulous, the bestial desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Put your hand onto your head, please
Believe 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 tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I

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