I create the things that haunt me The ghosts you see here came with me I create my consequences I have weaved my history CHORUS: Something in your bones calls you here Something in your fabric ties you here So take a breath and mend the wound or pull the thread and disappear I designed this institution The lunatics are honored guests And it was invitation-only The murderers are here at my request CHORUS I don't wish distress upon you or to be a dreadful host But you'll likely get what you want the least just when you need it most Don't fall apart This is a gift I promise you A silken thread to mend your injury But if it scars or not is up to you CHORUS