#1
Eye on the TV cause tragedy thrills me. Whatever flavour 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 kissed him goodbye". That's my kind of story. It's never 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 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 story so we won't 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 can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down. Drown 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."
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. Pull your head on out, your head please and give a listen. I 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.
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 story so we won't 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 can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down. Drown 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."
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. Pull your head on out, your head please and give a listen. I 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.