Here's the above.. just fixed...

I own the TV
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be like
And by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the boys

And in his dream
He kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's never fun until someone dies

Don't look me at like
I am a monster
Thrown 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
Pleads 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 needn't choose your own lie

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

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that's part of it fixed