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 Thats my kind of story Its no fun til someone dies. Dont 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 - dont lie. Why cant we just admit it? Why cant we just admit it? We wont give pause until the blood is flowin Neither the brave nor bold Nor brightest of stories told We wont 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 cant 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 (x4) 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 Shouldnt have to say it all again The universe is hostile So impersonal Devour to survive So it is, so its always been ... We all feed on tragedy. Its like blood to a vampire. Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies Much better you than I. Read more: Tool - Vicarious Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 13:56:34 +0000
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