Vicarious 
(track 01 from the 10,000 Days EP by Tool )
Eye on the TV because 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 and kissed him goodbye
That’s my kind of story
It’s no fun until 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?”
Because 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 were writers of the stories sold
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 comes down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
Credulous at best your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head out of your hippy haze 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