Weave

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