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I own 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 he used to poison

And in his dream
He kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look me at 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

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 the stories told
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 come down
Drawn by grave and mound

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Still have the transmitter
Sink to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie

Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
But pull your head on out
Your head please
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again

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