Exquisite Corpse - Stephen Trask, John Cameron Mitchell, Miriam Shor

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»

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

All sewn up

A montage

All sewn up