Four walls surround him A young boy with a vision of hope Cascade the shade through the boards it awaits A chain held throne with the means of escape First fist through the gla** Blood runs from his fist down to his hands He tries again but fails The board's held in tight with nails The struggle begins to take hold He cries and he hides inside the shade alone so cold The cycle must continue The subject here is torture Entrapment is now blissful Receive all but self destruction Insanity starts to take hold And fear has welcomed itself in the room The boy sits there tattered and torn In the fetal position as he is reborn Unaware of the beasts underneath His eyes drift away as he sleeps Don't drift away You may still have a chance to escape Just try again The first board's slowly giving way No more nights wishing daylight would come There's no fun in expecting the pain so run Let each hit be for all you've received Rip away at the boards and uncover the freedom beneath