this is a rocker space

vicarious

Eye on the TV cuz tragedy thrills me,
Whatever flavor, it happens to be, like:
Killed by the husband, Drowned by the ocean,
Shot by his own son he used to poison in his tea

He kissed ya goodbye.
That's my kinda 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 flowin'.
Neither the brave nor bold, or writers to storied soul,
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.
Drawn on grave and ground.

Part vampire.
Part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Still have the transmit to [or ta]
Sing to the death rattle.

Credulous(ed) 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 bood to vampire.
Vicariously, I, live while the whole world dies.
Much better you than I.