These four walls hold secrets
Stray memories, left behind
Indecent encounters with equal motive
The boundaries so defined

Contained simply by bones
About an inch thick or so
And a pound of flesh
Stretched over like dough

Inside the machine, bleak
Such powerful synapses for
A never ending barrage
Of weakness personified

An undertone notably destructible
Crushed like the ice in your drink
Existing in confined space
With psychosomantic frailty

These four walls hold secrets
Indiscretions, left behind
Limited contact with equal response
The boundaries so defined

Staring at the darkness
In the corner of the room
Solace, my old friend
You missed me by two minutes

An unnerving state
The hum of the machine
Now the gates are opening
To let the demons in

A rushing flood swallows everything
Booming with deafening calamity
And a high pitch squeal resounds
Silent darkness, my friend

These four walls hold secrets
Sanity, left behind
Locked inside with no escape
The boundaries so defined