I got it all sewn up, a hardened razor-cut, scar map across my body

And you can trace the lines through misery's designs that map across my body

A collage

I'm all sewn up

A montage

I'm all sewn up

A random pattern with a needle and thread

The overlapping way diseases are spread

Through a tornado body with a hand grenade head

And the legs are two lovers entwined

Inside I'm hollowed out, outside's a paper shroud, and all the rest's illusion

That there's a will and soul, that we can wrest control from chaos and confusion

A collage

I'm all sewn up

A montage

I'm all sewn up

The automatist's undoing

The whole world starts unscrewing

As time collapses and space warps, yeah

You see decay and ruin

And I tell you, "No, no, no, no

You make such an exquisite corpse," oh yeah

I've got it all sewn up, a hardened razor-cut, scar map across my body

And you can trace the lines through misery's designs that map across my body

A collage

I'm all sewn up

A montage

I'm all sewn up, ow, ow, ow, ow

Woo