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
Be a part of that or wish you were
Hold your breath until it hurts
Be a part of that or wish you were
Hold your breath until it hurts

Be a part of that or wish you were (it's just a personal problem)
Hold your breath until it hurts (it's just a personal problem)
Be a part of that or wish you were (it's just a personal problem)
Hold your breath until it hurts (it's just a personal problem)



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony James Garcia, Danilo Timothy Valencia, Douglas Knight Andreasen, Justin Thomas Murry
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