House of modern vice

(Verse 1) There is a house of endless screens, Where shadows steal your time, And every click, another chain, Locks freedom from your mind. (Verse 2) My wallet's drained by flashing lights, Promises of gold, Chasing highs in digital dreams, Till every tale’s been told. (Verse 3) The whispers from the bottle’s lips, They lie sweetly, calm and cool, Drink deep the poison slowly drips, Turning wise men into fools. (Verse 4) In halls of mirrors painted bright, Reflections warp and spin, Fame's hollow kiss, the fleeting bliss, Of craving likes again. (Outro) So mothers, tell your children, Not to chase these empty signs, Or they'll end up lost in shadows, In the house of modern vice.