Oh God I'm 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 All sewn up A montage 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 All sewn up A montage All sewn up
The automatist's undoing The whole world starts unscrewing As time collapses and space warps You see decay and ruin I tell you No, no no no You make such an exquisite corpse