Titsi - Matrix (feat Misela) | Titsi & Misela - Matritsa | Official Audio with lyrics | Qo'shiq matn
[Intro – whispered over soft violin]
Can you see the code?
Not the green ones on screens —
But the blood-stained illusions on real lives.
Wake up... it's not a dream...
It's a war.
And you? You were born in chains.
[Verse 1 – The Lie We Breathe]
This ain’t no movie plot, it's the air you inhale,
Your 9 to 5 cage and the dopamine veil.
Fake lights flashin', products sellin' pride,
But your soul’s starvin’, truth buried inside.
Flesh worshippers, dollar signs in their prayer,
But what about Gaza under bombs in the air?
Uyghur silence screams through re-education,
While we chase likes, drownin' in sedation.
This matrix ain't code — it's the world stage set,
Where Iblis scripts roles, and we all forget.
Forget the hereafter, forget why we came,
Chained to our egos, addicted to fame.
[Chorus – sung, emotional with violin backing]
Can you feel the glitch inside?
When truth knocks, but you run and hide.
It’s not just life, it’s a test in disguise,
But we blindfold hearts, and idolize lies.
[Verse 2 – Iblis’ Scheme]
Iblis don’t scare you with horns and fire,
He flatters your logic, feeds your desire.
He sells you control, titles and degrees,
But he won’t mention death or your soul's disease.
He’s the architect of illusions divine,
He drew borders, started war, made race a line.
He whispered to pharaohs, then to tech elites,
"Let them build towers while their spirit depletes."
He fed Hitler hate, then praised human rights,
Then watched Rwanda burn in sleepless nights.
He don't care ‘bout sides, he thrives in divide,
Every bullet, every flag — he’s the guide.
[Bridge – spoken word style]
You think this is just politics?
Think again.
Every empire was just a hallway to hell.
And you? You keep walking...
Smiling. Shopping. Scrolling.
They gave you the code — in green, in screen,
But Allah gave you the light.
And you looked away.
[Verse 3 – Call to Consciousness]
Wake up, oh sleeper, the hour is near,
You scroll through TikTok while the trumpet draws near.
This matrix ain’t red or blue — it's grey,
It numbs your soul and erases your way.
It ain't about “seeing” Allah, it’s about signs,
From your heartbeat’s rhythm to Qur’anic lines.
But you want proof?
Open Gaza’s wounds, hear Urumchi’s cries,
That’s your glitch, your glitch in disguise.
Wake up! You were not made for pixels and porn,
But to rise like prophets, truth reborn.
You are Adam’s blood, not content-fed drones,
But you trade your crown for handheld phones.
[Final Chorus – layered with echo]
Can you feel the glitch inside?
When angels cry and tyrants rise.
You’ve been warned since the Book first arrived,
This ain’t just life... this is soul’s last ride.
[Outro – soft violin + fading heartbeat]
And when the trumpet blows...
Will you awaken?
Or... reboot?