Saldo Negativo

Eye on 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”
“She used the poison in his tea
[and / he] kissed [him / her] 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 cryin,
“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.

Tool, Vicarious