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 Kissed him goodbye.'
That's my kind of story,
It's 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 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.
~ Tool - Vicarious ~
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