Vicarious
Eye on the the TV 'Cause tragedy thrills me... Whatever flavor it happens to be, like... "Killed by the husband", "Drowned by the ocean", "Shot by his own son", "She used a poison in his tea... kissed him goodbye"... It's my kind of story... It's no fun 'til 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?"
Cause 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.. Neither the brave nor bold write as the story's told... We won't give pause until the blood is flowing...
I need to watch things die... from a good safe distance... Vicariously I live while the whole world dies... You all feel the same, so...
Why can't we just admit it?................................. Blood like rain falling down... Drawn by the brave and proud... Part vampire, Part warrior, Carnivorous, Voyuer Stare, at the transmitter, Sing to the death rattle...................
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Credulous at best your desire to believe in Angels in the hearts of men, but pull your head on out you hippies 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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