"Matrix" DJ Stealth...stealth...stealth...stealth Living stranded imprisoned in false hoods. A Melancholy morphed metropolitan. Crammed in the vortex of sheep-ality. Gratification in knowing the dark side. A witch hunt of third eye propaganda. Forced to pretend there is no agenda. Decapitated ruins contain the folds for the blind. While Braille invokes the wise to an open mind. Creativity is enforced to be revoked. Agent Smith is on the hunt don't choke. Imprinted in the minds are a code to serenity. A choice between two pills one is agility. The one helps remain and control a disgruntled sheep. The other helps free the mind uncontrollable to keep. Danger is an ongoing situation. Hackers working with no vacation. Friends stabbing each other with the knives used to cut fake steaks. Just to think they can see, taste, have and eat there cake, without mistake. Unplugged by the beautiful infamous holy trinity. Wasted away no reason to grin again, separated no unity. A slave in your own mind to the system. Much like the pyramid builders for Egyptians. Alien extraction delayed with no reaction. Territorial transition trailblazing with traction. Oatmeal infusions being thirstily ingested through navel incisions. No longer willing wanting or hungry to make your own sound decisions.
