Vicarious

Eye on 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 the poison in his tea"

And kissed him goodbye

That'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

The writers of stories sold

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 come down

Drum on grave and ground

Part vampire

Part warrior

Carnivore and voyeur

Stare at the transmittal

Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in 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 tragedy

It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies

Much better you than I