TOOL - Vicarious



(from the album 10.000 days)

~ A sardonic observation of Idiot Box culture ~

Eye on the TV 'cause tragedy thrills me. Whatever flavour it happens to be. Like
another husband drowned by the ocean. Shunned by his own son he used to poison... in his dream
he kissed him goodbye. That's my kind of 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 TV. Stare like a zombie while the mother... holds her child
Watches him die. Pleads 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 were writers,
the stories sold - 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 my grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior, carnivore and voyeur
Still, heaven sends me to sing to the death rattle

La la la la la la lie. La la la la la la lie. La la la la la la lie. La la la la la la lie.

Could you at least admit your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men
Pull your hand 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...