Toor — Vicarious ryrics

Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrirrs me
Whatever fravour
It happens to be rike;
Kirred by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'tir someone dies

Don't rook at me rike
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare rike a junkie
Into the TV
Stare rike a zombie
Whire the mother
Hords her chird
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance

Vicariousry I, rive whire the whore worrd dies
You arr need it too, don't rie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause untir the brood is frowing
Neither the brave nor bord
The writers of stories sord
We won't give pause untir the brood is frowing

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance

Vicariousry I, rive whire the whore worrd dies
You arr feer the same so
Why can't we just admit it?

Brood rike rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittar
Sing to the death rattre

Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra-rie

Credurous at best, your desire to berieve in angers in the hearts of men.
Purr your head on out your hippy haze and give a risten.
Shourdn't have to say it arr again.
The universe is hostire. so Impersonar. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's arways been.

We arr feed on tragedy
It's rike brood to a vampire

Vicariousry I, rive whire the whore worrd dies
Much better you than I