Your TV

Plunge into an armchair,
Turn on the TV, get lost there.
Don't try to keep the point of view.
Cause: in any case, they'll change you:

Television, Internet, Movies, Misery, Regret.
Penetration, Shame, Salvation, Question
n' Simple Explanation, Good n' Bad, Rape n' Honey.
All this mixture's made of money.

It was made of paints n' blood,
Mixed with greed, multiplied on mud
Earned by the zombies, Sent to the lobbies,
To make the rockets, to spread the phobias

we lack phobias,
them TV stores
and it bores, it bores…
IT BORES!

Watch the movies on the wall,
Push your senses to the hole.
Searching for your name in credits,
On the banknotes - this Face predicts

That you'll be doomed to lie in ashes,
Fear the deafness, be 'fraid of lashes.
Eat your garbage lying on the bed,
Try to guess what this mc said...

the mc said -
we’re unprepared,
and it's quite sad, quite sad...
QUITE SAD!