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 the 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 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 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