Imagery

Sight

Tool- Vicarious

Eye on the T.V
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 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 T.V
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
Will write us the stories told
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 falling down
Drawn by 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 (x4)

Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
But pull your head on out you hippies
and give a listen
Shouldn’t have to say it all again

The universe is hostile,
So impersonal
Devour 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




this song is about immagery becuse its about see ing through someone elses eyes. just watching, and not doing anyhting about it. you visulize people just sittin and watching all there tragedys and have notign to say/ do about them. the words a couch potatoe, its time, and theres a need for change

Incubus- New Skin


At first I see an open wound
infected and disastrous.
It breathes chaotic catastrophe,
It cries to be renewed.(Flaming over!)
It's tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form a scab.
To the touch, it's stiff and resilient,
underneath, the new skin breathes.

It's all been saved,
with the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?

As outwardly cliche as it may seem,
Yess- something under the surface says, "C'est la vie."
It is a circle, there is a plan,
dead skin will atrophy itself and start again.
Look closely at that open wound,
see past what covers the surface.
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes the stage.

Dead skin will atrophy itself and start again.(x3)

It's all been saved,
with the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?

It's all been seen,
with the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?
[Spoken]
UNTIL THE 20th CENTURY
REALITY WAS EVERYTHING
HUMANS COULD TOUCH,
SMELL, SEE, AND HEAR.
SINCE THE INITIAL
PUBLICATION OF THE
CHARTED ELECTROMAGNETIC
SPECTRUM, HUMANS HAVE
LEARNED THAT WHAT THEY
CAN TOUCH, SMELL, SEE, AND
HEAR IS LESS THAN ONE
MILLIONTH OF REALITY.
[/Spoken]

Fallacious cognitions
spewed from televisions
do mould our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and you'll see what i see now.

It's all been saved,
with the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?

It's all been seen,
with the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?


there are many signs of imagery in this song. i believe this song is about that society and life. everythiug happens for a reason. when things happen it sucks at first, but you learn/ grow ( heal) but the wound will heal, and there will be new skin.