A Dark, Disposable Unit

I got a phone call from a friend
He's been spending years alone
shaking his fist at the people outside of his comfort zone.
I've spent days and days living like a human ashtray,
karma has given up,
and my eyes are lead astray
Does anybody know a way
Does anybody out there hear me?
Taking a trip, when in reality I'm really just falling
at a rapid pace
And we're ruining common ground by wasting precious space
Pulling our arms out of their sockets just to remember something we hid away.
Lies are told and gold's still gold, but in the end eggs will always be fuckin' eggs.
Strip search a dead girl while fishing through her purse,
You'll still never find a thing of importance anyway.

I want to live inside of a television, and upgrade and revision myself whenever someone watching me says I am obsolete.
That way I'll live forever inside these glass walls holding my problems and keeping them away from me.