Exquisite corpse is the name of a game

I’m not sure I want to play

The best intentions can all go astray

On any portion of that page

It’s a plot made entirely of twists

This brainchild basilisk

Together in one place, but none see the same

Shattered image, broken frame

A mystery play through the eyes of Man Ray

Drink the new wine, eat the deadly nightshade

Giving nothing away

Exquisite corpse lurches out of the grave

Mismatched head and arms and legs

And every part wants to go its own way

Issuing the others grades

A mystery play through the eyes of Man Ray

Drink the new wine, eat the deadly nightshade

Counting glass tears on a passionless face

Photogram outlines, negative space

Giving nothing away

Paper and pen for drawing lines

They separate what’s yours from mine

By design

And the game doesn’t teach trust with more time

A mystery play through the eyes of Man Ray

Drink the new wine, eat the deadly nightshade

Counting glass tears on a passionless face

Photogram outlines, negative space

Giving nothing away