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

And kissed him goodbye

That's my kind of story

It's no fun until 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

Were writers of the 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

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 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