Luyện nghe bài hát Frenzy

Four walls, a ceiling, and a constant of the unknown.
Driven by a mother's instinct to her child,
her nightmares materialise before her very eyes.

A constant she has
A instinct to protect
His innocence her child, not be influenced
Surreal nightmares appear
her very eyes
The walls closing in, then the madness begins

The of her actions
a life of stress he came

Frenzy,
On the edge of a breakdown
A living hell, going crazy Frenzy,
The unknown, eats soul alive
Your pounds, your blood is boiling

In her mind
The secrets she would tell
And them with tales,
Not for
A psychological affect, she'd
the child to change, he was never the same

All the horses and all the king's men
Telling insane stories over