Matrix of Reality by DJ BADNESS and other

Matrix of Reality

A little ditty about the dark side of online dating.

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He wears sin like a Sunday suit, shining like forbidden fruit...

I am the desert's daughter, I hold its secrets in my hand.

A sense of unease blew in with the breeze...

Is it a dream or a sentence? All wrapped up in a white picket fence.... Make it make sense

A house of cards is a novel quest, unless you're the one left holding your breath.

This restless soul can't be confined
I can't be controlled, I can't be defined.

Lisa Marshall, Singer/Songwriter
AKA DJ Badness, Rap Lyricist
Big Thanks to Matthew May for his Dark Pop Beats