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 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 flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold, nor writers of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'

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 fallin' down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire, part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

Li-li-li-lie

Credulous at best your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men
But pull your head on out your hippie 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