[Intro: Metronomic industrial polka beat, high-pitched barking synths, mechanical clicking] (Ch-ch-ch... Hah!) [Verse 1: Low warbling baritone, jagged Fripp-style guitar squalls, cold clinical atmosphere] The linoleum is breathing in the hall A specimen is leaning 'gainst the wall I’ve misplaced my shadow in the starch And joined the phantom's frantic plastic march (Whistle) The doctor has a camera on a wire To find the source of all this velvet fire It’s cold inside the cellar of the mind God knows what the optic lens will find [Chorus: Strained detached falsetto, double-tracked, manic energy] Pull yourself together, boy! (Pull yourself together) You’re just a broken plastic toy (Pull yourself together) The mirror’s gone to silver-sand The glass is shaking in your hand (Ha-ha-ha!) [Verse 2: Melismatic operatic delivery, rhythmic industrial Oom-pah-pah, barking synths] The aperture is widening its stare There’s electricity within my hair A colonoscopy of every thought To see the tangled web that I have wrought (Ssh...) The "other" me is knocking at the gate He says I’m thirty-thousand years too late I’m putting on an act for all the mice And paying such a very heavy price [Chorus: Strained detached falsetto, soaring melismatic vocal runs] Pull yourself together, boy! (Pull yourself together) You’re just a broken plastic toy (Pull yourself together) The mirror’s gone to silver-sand The glass is shaking in your hand [Bridge: Ambient electronic minimalism, losing key center, whispered fragmented vocals] (Deep intake of breath) The tonic's gone The center's thin Where does the specimen begin? (Fragmented static) I’m not here I’m in the wire... (High pitched squeal) [Climax: Cacophony of noise, shouting instructions, industrial polka chaos] BUTTON UP THE OVERCOAT! (Ha!) WASH THE GREASEPAINT OFF YOUR THROAT! STAY IN STEP! ONE, TWO! ONE, TWO! I CAN'T SEE YOU! (Scream) PULL IT! PULL IT! TOGETHER! [Outro: Abrupt mechanical stop, single fading synth hum] (Click)
