Four walls, a ceiling, and a constant fear of the unknown. Driven by a mother's instinct to protect her child, her worst nightmares materialise before her very eyes.
A constant fear she has A mother's instinct to protect His innocence her child, must not be influenced Surreal nightmares they appear Before her very eyes The walls start closing in, then the madness begins
The consequences of her actions Into a life of stress he came
Frenzy, frenzy On the edge of a nervous breakdown A living hell, going crazy Frenzy, frenzy The unknown, eats your soul alive Your heart pounds, your blood is boiling
In her chaotic mind The darkest secrets she would tell And smothered them with tales, Not for others A psychological affect, she'd created Caused the child to change, he was never the same
All the king's horses and all the king's men Telling insane stories over againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
