Tool – Vicarious 0

Eye on the TV, cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shunned by his own son"
"She used a poison
In his tea
and he kissed her goodbye"
Thats my kind of story
Its no fun till 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 a 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 as the story's told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

And 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 transmitter
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

Incredulous at best, your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes in 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