I made us a home,

From what was once a prison.

So if you share my vision,

Thank me, dear, for paradise.

And in the hour of joy,

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, child.

Or do I have to fix you?

‘Cuz once I do, you’ll never die.

I can make you better,

I can make you right.

Maybe now, you’ll see reason from the wrong side out.

(A child’s what they, child’s what they, child’s what they made you.

A child’s what they, child’s what they, child’s what they made you.)

I gave us new life,

Through reanimation.

But you brought an outlier to my equation,

So shall we see what you look like?

I can make you better,

I can make you right.

Maybe now, you’ll see reason from the wrong side out.

I’ll stitch you together,

And you’ll get lost in the white.

Maybe now, you’ll feel freedom from the wrong side out.

(TELL ME WHO I AM! DON’T PUT ME IN THE BOX! I’LL BE GOOD I’LL BE GOOD!)

But a child’s what they made you.

(TELL ME WHO I AM! DON’T PUT ME IN THE BOX! I’LL BE GOOD I’LL BE GOOD!)

But a child’s what they made you.

You can’t burn down all that we are,

Or turn around,

This is the start of my immortal perfection.

And I’m your God.

I can make you better,

I can make you right.

Maybe now, you’ll see reason from the wrong side out.

I’ll stitch you together,

And you’ll get lost in the white.

Maybe now, you’ll feel freedom from the wrong side out.

(TELL ME WHO I AM! DON’T PUT ME IN THE BOX! I’LL BE GOOD I’LL BE GOOD!)

But a child’s what they made you.