People Love to Watch You Die
Witnessing the Spectacle of Life's Demise
Lyrics
People love to watch you die
People take pleasure in witnessing your death.
And wonderful to tell
Surprisingly satisfying for them.
People you have never met
Even individuals you've never encountered.
Claim to know you well
Portray themselves as familiar with you.
People love to watch you die
Observers derive enjoyment from your demise.
Dig your dignity
They undermine your dignity.
One guy said 'he's better dead
A person suggests you're better off dead than in your previous state.
Than how he used to be'
They will sell mementos and tokens of your sorrow.
They'll sell the souvenirs
Collecting relics of your tears.
And the relics of your tears
A shrine is built, waiting for it to gleam.
They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
Enjoyment is derived from witnessing your demise, and the reasons are understood.
They love to watch you die and you know why
People love to watch you die
People find sexual satisfaction in watching you die.
It gets them sexually
Followed by mundane activities like smoking and making tea.
And then they smoke a cigarette
They relish watching you face consequences or punishment.
And make a cup of tea
Crucifixion or burning at the stake are considered.
People love to watch you fry
They send flowers as a contradictory gesture.
They love to throw the switch
Staring into space, creating a shrine that gleams.
They'll either have you crucified
The joy of witnessing your death is understood.
Or burn you as a witch
They send bouquets of flowers
Witnesses cause distress to your family.
And then stare at space for hours
Grief is just a relief for them, knowingly.
They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
Enjoying the symbolism of your drowning.
They love to watch you die and you know why
They prefer not to see you than witness your aging.
People love to watch you die
A shrine is built, accompanied by singing Auld Lang Syne.
Then give your family hell
They call it grief but it's just a relief
-And they know that full well
-People love to watch you drown
-The symbol's what they need
-They'd rather not see you at all
-Than watch your hair recede
-And just to watch your pain
-They'd bring you back to life again
-They build a little shrine, sing you Auld Lang Syne
-They love to watch you die and you know why
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