Tool: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 a poison in his tea
Then she kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun till someone dies

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other you
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky, cryin'
"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--
Nor brightest of stories 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 come down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore
and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

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