Virtual Chains Addicted To Watching P@rn (b-Side)

virtual chains addicted to p@rn
Hate me in the comments, go ahead,
But just wait a bit, hear me out instead.
I'm not here to preach from a high horse,
Just talkin' real, like we're both on this course.

See, you’ve built your world like a screen-lit dream,
Porn's in the air, it's part of the scheme.
No longer just a choice, it's an instinct caught,
A primal urge, without thought.

Women’s bodies, made easy to crave,
But ain't it an abuse? Don't you feel the wave?
See, it’s not the pleasure that makes you whole,
It’s a distraction, consuming your soul.

A virtual piece of meat, that’s all you got,
Trading time, your mind, for a digital shot.
No decision in your hands, no choice left to make,
You scroll, you click, for your own sake.

You ain’t pleasuring, you’re just wasting your life,
Fantasizing 'bout things that cut like a knife.
Chasing a moment, like you’re some kinda man,
But ain't no woman there, just a fantasy plan.

What are you trading for this empty gain?
Your time, your will, and your mental strain.
You think you’re in control, but you're locked in a cell,
Watching the clock, as you dig your own hell.

It ain't 'bout a pill or the act of release,
It’s the loss of control, the inner peace.
You’re stuck in a loop, can’t break free,
You think you’re living, but you ain’t really free.

You think you're strong, think you're a king,
But you’re bowing to pixels, to a digital fling.
Ain't no real connection, no woman’s touch,
Just an echo of fantasies that don't give much.

So what's it worth when you look at the screen?
A fleeting moment, but what’s unseen?
You give your time, you give your mind,
To something that’s fake, and it's robbing you blind.

You say it's your right, to do what you please,
But don’t you see you’re chained by the keys?
Locked in the cycle, can’t see the way out,
You're feeding an addiction, but what’s it about?

So ask yourself, man, what do you need?
To escape your flaws, or plant a new seed?
This ain't about judgment, it's about what you lose,
The more you indulge, the less you choose.

So when you stop and think, when the screen fades away,
What do you got left? What did you trade today?
It ain’t the pleasure, it’s the time that’s gone,
A man’s life wasted, just to move on.

Hate me if you want, but deep inside,
You know it’s true, you can’t run from the tide.
It's time to wake up, time to stand tall,
'Cause this addiction ain't gonna be your all. #music #freekbanning