ye on the 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 Thats my kind of story Its no fun til someone dies Dont 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, dont lie Why cant we just admit it? Why cant we just admit it? We wont give pause until the blood is flowing Neither the brave nor bold Will write as the storys told We wont 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 cant we just admit it? Blood like rain come down Drum on grave and ground Part vampire Part warrior Carnivore and Voyeur Stare at the transmitter 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 Pull your head on out 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
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 21:17:56 +0000