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 again