| Song | Vicarious |
| Artist | Tool |
| Album | 10,000 Days |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Carey, Chancellor, Jones ... |
| [01:06.99] | Eye on the TV |
| [01:09.51] | 'cause tragedy thrills me |
| [01:12.18] | Whatever flavor it happens to be |
| [01:16.11] | Like: |
| [01:18.12] | "Killed by the husband" ... |
| [01:20.13] | "Drowned by the ocean" ... |
| [01:22.64] | "Shot by his own son" ... |
| [01:25.18] | "She used a poison in his tea, |
| [01:29.27] | Then (she) kissed him goodbye" |
| [01:32.17] | That's my kind of story |
| [01:35.63] | It's no fun til someone dies. |
| [01:40.59] | |
| [01:49.37] | Don't look at me like I am a monster |
| [01:55.20] | Frown out your one face, but with the other (you) |
| [02:00.51] | Stare like a junkie into the TV |
| [02:05.44] | Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child, |
| [02:13.16] | Watches him die, |
| [02:15.54] | Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?" |
| [02:20.79] | |
| [02:21.37] | Cause I need to watch things die from a distance |
| [02:28.47] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [02:36.40] | You all need it too - don't lie. |
| [02:40.94] | |
| [02:47.19] | Why can't we just admit it? |
| [02:49.62] | Why can't we just admit it? |
| [02:52.32] | We won't give pause until the blood is flowin' |
| [02:57.53] | Neither the brave nor bold |
| [03:00.20] | Nor brightest of stories told |
| [03:02.90] | We won't give pause until the blood is flowin' |
| [03:06.79] | |
| [03:07.79] | I need to watch things die from a good safe distance |
| [03:15.03] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [03:22.17] | You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it? |
| [03:27.55] | |
| [03:57.49] | Blood like rain fallin' down |
| [04:02.15] | Drum on grave and ground |
| [04:05.65] | |
| [04:08.88] | Part vampire, part warrior, |
| [04:13.87] | Carnivore and voyeur |
| [04:19.06] | Stare at the transmittal. |
| [04:24.35] | Sing to the death rattle. |
| [04:29.26] | |
| [04:29.88] | La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4) |
| [04:51.08] | |
| [05:42.43] | Credulous at best |
| [05:44.50] | Your desire to believe in |
| [05:47.10] | Angels in the hearts of men. |
| [05:52.43] | But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze |
| [05:55.94] | And give a listen |
| [05:57.55] | Shouldn't have to say it all again |
| [06:01.00] | |
| [06:02.54] | The universe is hostile |
| [06:04.92] | So impersonal |
| [06:07.59] | Devour to survive |
| [06:09.42] | So it is, so it's always been ... |
| [06:16.58] | |
| [06:22.73] | We all feed on tragedy. |
| [06:27.24] | It's like blood to a vampire. |
| [06:31.50] | |
| [06:33.73] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [06:46.09] | Much better you than I. |
| [06:52.16] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Carey, Chancellor, Jones ... |
| [01:06.99] | Eye on the TV |
| [01:09.51] | ' cause tragedy thrills me |
| [01:12.18] | Whatever flavor it happens to be |
| [01:16.11] | Like: |
| [01:18.12] | " Killed by the husband" ... |
| [01:20.13] | " Drowned by the ocean" ... |
| [01:22.64] | " Shot by his own son" ... |
| [01:25.18] | " She used a poison in his tea, |
| [01:29.27] | Then she kissed him goodbye" |
| [01:32.17] | That' s my kind of story |
| [01:35.63] | It' s no fun til someone dies. |
| [01:40.59] | |
| [01:49.37] | Don' t look at me like I am a monster |
| [01:55.20] | Frown out your one face, but with the other you |
| [02:00.51] | Stare like a junkie into the TV |
| [02:05.44] | Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child, |
| [02:13.16] | Watches him die, |
| [02:15.54] | Hands to the sky cryin " why, oh why?" |
| [02:20.79] | |
| [02:21.37] | Cause I need to watch things die from a distance |
| [02:28.47] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [02:36.40] | You all need it too don' t lie. |
| [02:40.94] | |
| [02:47.19] | Why can' t we just admit it? |
| [02:49.62] | Why can' t we just admit it? |
| [02:52.32] | We won' t give pause until the blood is flowin' |
| [02:57.53] | Neither the brave nor bold |
| [03:00.20] | Nor brightest of stories told |
| [03:02.90] | We won' t give pause until the blood is flowin' |
| [03:06.79] | |
| [03:07.79] | I need to watch things die from a good safe distance |
| [03:15.03] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [03:22.17] | You all feel the same so why can' t we just admit it? |
| [03:27.55] | |
| [03:57.49] | Blood like rain fallin' down |
| [04:02.15] | Drum on grave and ground |
| [04:05.65] | |
| [04:08.88] | Part vampire, part warrior, |
| [04:13.87] | Carnivore and voyeur |
| [04:19.06] | Stare at the transmittal. |
| [04:24.35] | Sing to the death rattle. |
| [04:29.26] | |
| [04:29.88] | La, la, la, la, la, la, lalie x4 |
| [04:51.08] | |
| [05:42.43] | Credulous at best |
| [05:44.50] | Your desire to believe in |
| [05:47.10] | Angels in the hearts of men. |
| [05:52.43] | But pull your head on out of your hippie haze |
| [05:55.94] | And give a listen |
| [05:57.55] | Shouldn' t have to say it all again |
| [06:01.00] | |
| [06:02.54] | The universe is hostile |
| [06:04.92] | So impersonal |
| [06:07.59] | Devour to survive |
| [06:09.42] | So it is, so it' s always been ... |
| [06:16.58] | |
| [06:22.73] | We all feed on tragedy. |
| [06:27.24] | It' s like blood to a vampire. |
| [06:31.50] | |
| [06:33.73] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [06:46.09] | Much better you than I. |
| [06:52.16] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Carey, Chancellor, Jones ... |
| [01:06.99] | Eye on the TV |
| [01:09.51] | ' cause tragedy thrills me |
| [01:12.18] | Whatever flavor it happens to be |
| [01:16.11] | Like: |
| [01:18.12] | " Killed by the husband" ... |
| [01:20.13] | " Drowned by the ocean" ... |
| [01:22.64] | " Shot by his own son" ... |
| [01:25.18] | " She used a poison in his tea, |
| [01:29.27] | Then she kissed him goodbye" |
| [01:32.17] | That' s my kind of story |
| [01:35.63] | It' s no fun til someone dies. |
| [01:40.59] | |
| [01:49.37] | Don' t look at me like I am a monster |
| [01:55.20] | Frown out your one face, but with the other you |
| [02:00.51] | Stare like a junkie into the TV |
| [02:05.44] | Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child, |
| [02:13.16] | Watches him die, |
| [02:15.54] | Hands to the sky cryin " why, oh why?" |
| [02:20.79] | |
| [02:21.37] | Cause I need to watch things die from a distance |
| [02:28.47] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [02:36.40] | You all need it too don' t lie. |
| [02:40.94] | |
| [02:47.19] | Why can' t we just admit it? |
| [02:49.62] | Why can' t we just admit it? |
| [02:52.32] | We won' t give pause until the blood is flowin' |
| [02:57.53] | Neither the brave nor bold |
| [03:00.20] | Nor brightest of stories told |
| [03:02.90] | We won' t give pause until the blood is flowin' |
| [03:06.79] | |
| [03:07.79] | I need to watch things die from a good safe distance |
| [03:15.03] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [03:22.17] | You all feel the same so why can' t we just admit it? |
| [03:27.55] | |
| [03:57.49] | Blood like rain fallin' down |
| [04:02.15] | Drum on grave and ground |
| [04:05.65] | |
| [04:08.88] | Part vampire, part warrior, |
| [04:13.87] | Carnivore and voyeur |
| [04:19.06] | Stare at the transmittal. |
| [04:24.35] | Sing to the death rattle. |
| [04:29.26] | |
| [04:29.88] | La, la, la, la, la, la, lalie x4 |
| [04:51.08] | |
| [05:42.43] | Credulous at best |
| [05:44.50] | Your desire to believe in |
| [05:47.10] | Angels in the hearts of men. |
| [05:52.43] | But pull your head on out of your hippie haze |
| [05:55.94] | And give a listen |
| [05:57.55] | Shouldn' t have to say it all again |
| [06:01.00] | |
| [06:02.54] | The universe is hostile |
| [06:04.92] | So impersonal |
| [06:07.59] | Devour to survive |
| [06:09.42] | So it is, so it' s always been ... |
| [06:16.58] | |
| [06:22.73] | We all feed on tragedy. |
| [06:27.24] | It' s like blood to a vampire. |
| [06:31.50] | |
| [06:33.73] | Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies |
| [06:46.09] | Much better you than I. |
| [06:52.16] |