[Intro] Floorboards creak Cold breath, thin air I’m the thought you never think Till you feel me stare (yeah) [Verse 1] Draft in the hall Dust on the frame Portrait eyes follow you Mouth says your name Candles all drip Wax maps, blood routes Every little footprint Tracked in my house Curtain just twitched But the wind ain’t there I draw blueprints In the rot and despair Clock strikes wrong Thirteen, lean slow I rearrange rooms Where your courage won’t go (shh) [Chorus] I’m the phantasm, plotting in the rafters Whispering your fate in the cracks and the plaster Every step you take, I’m a step in front, faster Welcome to my mansion, I’m the master (I’m the master) In the graveyard, scheming by the headstones Carving little plans into weather-eaten bone You can try to run, but you’re already home This haunted empire is my throne (my throne) [Verse 2] Steel gate groans Chains swing, slow arc Names on the marble Light up in the dark Roses on the mound Still wet, fresh dirt I lift from the ground Just to sample your hurt Tea in the parlor Set for one more seat I saved you a place Right under my teeth Trapdoors, tripwires In the ivy and the vines I’m the scribble in the margin Of your family line (yeah) [Chorus] I’m the phantasm, plotting in the rafters Whispering your fate in the cracks and the plaster Every step you take, I’m a step in front, faster Welcome to my mansion, I’m the master (hey) In the graveyard, scheming by the headstones Carving little plans into weather-eaten bone You can try to run, but you’re already home This haunted empire is my throne (my throne) [Bridge] [Beat drops to drums and distant choir] Close your eyes See me clearer Every wicked thought In the antique mirror You think you found the door? That’s the start of the maze I built this forever Out of fear and decay (ooh) [Chorus] I’m the phantasm, plotting in the rafters Whispering your fate in the cracks and the plaster Every step you take, I’m a step in front, faster Welcome to my mansion, I’m the master In the graveyard, scheming by the headstones Carving little plans into weather-eaten bone You can try to run, but you’re already home This haunted empire is my throne (my throne)
