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 design 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 to a tornado body With a hand gernade 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 undoin' the whole world starts unscrewin' as time collapses and space warps You see decay and ruin I tell you,