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,