Tool - Vicarious
Eye on the T.V
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
And 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 T.V
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
Will write us 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 falling down
Drawn by 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 you hippies
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
