Media LIfe

Do you ever come outside
Or will you always stay and hide
And never get anything done
But you say you’re comfortable
In your shell but it’s more like your own private hell
You can call it anything you want to, but I can tell
You’re miserable with your own life
And unless you change you’re gonna die
Old and alone still waiting by the phone
With your magazines, television, and a radio
I bet you’ll never know life till it passes you by
Are you ever satisfied
With the way you live your life
Stuck inside the house all day
Watching time just tick away
In your shell but it’s more like your own private hell
You can call it anything you you want to, but I can tell
You’re miserable with with your own life
And unless you change you’re gonna die
Old and alone still waiting by the phone
With your magazines, television, and a radio
I bet you’ll never know life till it passes you by
Media life, media life
Why dont you open your eyes
See what it’s like, see what it’s like
To not be desensitized
Media… life