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 glass

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