Text for song:
I'm tire, tonight I will watch TV
I turn up the TV and what do I see?
Talk show, commercials and bad films
I find everywhere the same show
The media rules to sell dreams, to sell desires,
To sell time
They lock up our minds in a prison of deceit and opportunism to deceive us
They sail through the minds to find a leak in our personalities, a little insecurity
Politicians who scream to win, someone tries to sell
A product for your body and for your mind
Saints and prostitutes in the same show
For the sponsor and for a better audience
The media rules to sell dreams, to sell desires,
To sell time
They lock up our minds in a prison of deceit and opportunism to deceive us
They sail through the minds to find a leak in our personalities, a little insecurity
Yes, I'm tired but perhaps I can go to the pub
Where my friends are there to drink and talk
But tonight I turn off the TV and I go to bed
It's better to try to dream...
The media rules to sell dreams, to sell desires,
To sell time
They lock up our minds in a prison of deceit and opportunism to deceive us
They sail through the minds to find a leak in our personalities, a little insecurity