Everyday I wake up and open my eyes, I ponder on reality and what could be lies.
All these petty thoughts just force me to realize, there is no reality and it's all just a lie.
The inevitable is what were facing. Spending our whole lives racing and chasing... walking back and forth the room pacing.
The matrix was created as a permanent fix, I'll bet they didn't know that there'd be rebels in the mix.
A simulated program to enslave the human race. A plea of hypnotic forgery to settle the case.
The matrix is a huge success but no one will confess it, you run around like children all scared to address it.
The situation is too deep for those who fail to see, because their eyes are on the sunrise, instead of on the galaxy.
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