Текст песни Downcast - Заложник формата

Once again, in the wake of the live broadcast,
But the annoying sound of the nerves.
My dream, my secret world
In the power of mass media groups!

Hostage format
As a prisoner in the prison radio.
Under the dictates of oppression
Disappear on an empty wave.

They have no sense of taste,
Everything is measured by money,
In what name art
They do not believe in themselves.
They not care
No to the freedom of speech.
Her naked body
Buried in the ground again.

I do not want me
Determines my playlist
Program Director
In the radio screen scenes

Advertise stylish belongings,
Mobile phones.
People buying in bulk
Ringtone.
Healthy and reliable
Their motor trade,
And the mind of youth
It is subservient to the will.