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 'til someone dies

don't look me at 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 flowin'
neither the brave nor bold
nor brightest 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
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

credulous at best
your desire to believe in
angels in the hearts of men
but pull your head on out (of) 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