Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
Eye on the TV 'cause tragedy thrills me Whatever flavour 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 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 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 The writers of 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 come down Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire Part warrior Carnivore and voyeur Stare at the transmittal Sing 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. Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen. Shouldn't have to say it all again. The universe is hostile, so Impersonal, devours 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
You all feel the same so Why can't we just admit it?