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,
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