In the Future There Will Be 500 TV Channels but Nothing to Watch

And I'll try to abstain from this
And start to wander
This place I've never seen
But cannot recede
Pretend to fly vacate and compromise
This life I’ve made will be shared, I won't be buried with nothing
So don't, I'll hurry to my deathbed so I can be with you again
I’m gonna throw us under
Buried six feet below
The mask led through their lives
For they need no face
To lay waste, to insult, desire, disgrace
The mask led through their lives
For they need no face
To lay waste, to insult, deface, disgrace
Keep it all inside
I need stories to tell the person who's tending my bedside before I die
Be a part of that or wish you were
Hold your breath until it hurts
It’s just a personal problem