My world is spinning
The voices are winning
My vision begins fading to black
I'm stuck in a T-pose
Kneel down and kiss my toes
I can't even see my back
My arms' frozen in place
Without any trace
It's only the warm breeze that I feel
It's the man made of tin
As I stand up and spin
The only thing I know for real
There will be T
Pose
The man in the mirror
Weilds a hose
And nobody
knows
How I stand here
while you watch me go
Cause the animators
Don't give back what they take
Oh no
There will be T
Pose
It's the only thing everyone knows
Spinning like a record player
Wondering "Should I just have stayed?"
To prevent my head from spinning
I must break out of these go***amn chains
Twirling round and round, my arms grow tired
Now I realize why I got fired
