Welcome to DaMu6 music in all styles from romance to dance and Solfeggio frequency music
Wake up in a room with the lights too bright,
Neon dreams on the ceiling, sellin' real as right.
Eyes glaze over like a screen on pause,
Every soul on a leash but no one knows the cause.
Plastic smiles in a grayscale town,
Truth's six feet deep while the lies wear crowns.
Talk real loud, but it's silence they preach,
Got a puppet in a suit and a lesson to teach.
Screens flicker fast, feedin' dopamine hits,
Truth hidden in the static, buried deep in the glitch.
Say it’s freedom of choice, but the script’s pre-written,
We just actors on a stage, souls smitten, truth smitten.
We live in the code, in the loops, in the pain,
Digital chains run cold in the veins.
Matrix mind, yeah they puppet the show,
You think you’re awake but you don't even know.
This world ain't real, it's a filtered lie,
Sky ain't blue, it's a painted sky.
Peel back the skin, what’s behind the mask?
Just a ghost in a shell doin’ what it’s asked.
Echoes in the halls of a virtual shrine,
Where likes are the gods and the truth's in decline.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me a face,
That ain’t built from fear or a filtered place.
They sell us dreams in small doses,
Keep us tame like garden roses.
Plugged in, numb, just scrolling our fate,
While the rich play chess and recalibrate.
I tried to scream once, but the mic was off,
Words lost in the void where the real gets scoffed.
System error when I asked for change,
Just a glitch in the game, now I’m labeled strange.
We live in the code, in the loops, in the pain,
Digital chains run cold in the veins.
Matrix mind, yeah they puppet the show,
You think you’re awake but you don't even know.
This world ain't real, it's a filtered lie,
Sky ain't blue, it's a painted sky.
Peel back the skin, what’s behind the mask?
Just a ghost in a shell doin’ what it’s asked.
They feed us pills in colors of hope,
Tell us to dream, then tighten the rope.
Truth’s in the cracks where the light don’t reach,
In the mouths of the madmen that no one lets speak.
Reality's a mirror that's been cracked too long,
We dance to a beat but forget the song.
And I—
I keep diggin’ through the lies with a pen,
Tryna find what’s left of the truth again.
Wake up...
It’s not what it seems.
The Matrix lives in your thoughts and your screens.
They want you numb, they want you tame—
But you ain’t a number, you got a name.
Neon dreams on the ceiling, sellin' real as right.
Eyes glaze over like a screen on pause,
Every soul on a leash but no one knows the cause.
Plastic smiles in a grayscale town,
Truth's six feet deep while the lies wear crowns.
Talk real loud, but it's silence they preach,
Got a puppet in a suit and a lesson to teach.
Screens flicker fast, feedin' dopamine hits,
Truth hidden in the static, buried deep in the glitch.
Say it’s freedom of choice, but the script’s pre-written,
We just actors on a stage, souls smitten, truth smitten.
We live in the code, in the loops, in the pain,
Digital chains run cold in the veins.
Matrix mind, yeah they puppet the show,
You think you’re awake but you don't even know.
This world ain't real, it's a filtered lie,
Sky ain't blue, it's a painted sky.
Peel back the skin, what’s behind the mask?
Just a ghost in a shell doin’ what it’s asked.
Echoes in the halls of a virtual shrine,
Where likes are the gods and the truth's in decline.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me a face,
That ain’t built from fear or a filtered place.
They sell us dreams in small doses,
Keep us tame like garden roses.
Plugged in, numb, just scrolling our fate,
While the rich play chess and recalibrate.
I tried to scream once, but the mic was off,
Words lost in the void where the real gets scoffed.
System error when I asked for change,
Just a glitch in the game, now I’m labeled strange.
We live in the code, in the loops, in the pain,
Digital chains run cold in the veins.
Matrix mind, yeah they puppet the show,
You think you’re awake but you don't even know.
This world ain't real, it's a filtered lie,
Sky ain't blue, it's a painted sky.
Peel back the skin, what’s behind the mask?
Just a ghost in a shell doin’ what it’s asked.
They feed us pills in colors of hope,
Tell us to dream, then tighten the rope.
Truth’s in the cracks where the light don’t reach,
In the mouths of the madmen that no one lets speak.
Reality's a mirror that's been cracked too long,
We dance to a beat but forget the song.
And I—
I keep diggin’ through the lies with a pen,
Tryna find what’s left of the truth again.
Wake up...
It’s not what it seems.
The Matrix lives in your thoughts and your screens.
They want you numb, they want you tame—
But you ain’t a number, you got a name.
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