歌曲 | Robophobia |
歌手 | Electric President |
专辑 | Sleep Well |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooper, Kane | |
The mouths move but I can't hear them | |
The voices sound like televisions when they're tuned to snow | |
And I'm wondering just what they know | |
They can't sleep they have no eye lids | |
Their bodies hung just like our heaters in the microwaves | |
But their heads turn | |
They'll be watching you | |
This is not a joke my boy | |
They're not something we understand | |
Don't think they live the way we do | |
They can spend but it's not because they tell them to | |
Don't breath or drink anything | |
They say they don't need things that we still need | |
Now I'm wandering just what that means | |
They don't sleep they have no eyelids | |
I hear them moving near my window when I'm down for bed | |
I think they're after what's inside my head | |
I can't think the wheels keep spinning | |
There's more of this that I can I'm not sure what they need | |
But my hands are tied | |
There is nothing much that I can do | |
This is not a joke my boy | |
They're not like those parts are missing | |
There's no hearts but inside their chest | |
Don't feel the laugh or regret | |
Don't know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back | |
Now I care to find what they lack | |
Oh, they'll come for our heads | |
They'll come for our heads | |
Oh, they'll come for our heads | |
They'll come for | |
I heard a knock on the door | |
But there was no answer | |
I peaked through the crack | |
And the hand pulled me through | |
They dragged me outside then | |
You tried to stop them | |
There were too many | |
You did what you could |
zuo qu : Cooper, Kane | |
The mouths move but I can' t hear them | |
The voices sound like televisions when they' re tuned to snow | |
And I' m wondering just what they know | |
They can' t sleep they have no eye lids | |
Their bodies hung just like our heaters in the microwaves | |
But their heads turn | |
They' ll be watching you | |
This is not a joke my boy | |
They' re not something we understand | |
Don' t think they live the way we do | |
They can spend but it' s not because they tell them to | |
Don' t breath or drink anything | |
They say they don' t need things that we still need | |
Now I' m wandering just what that means | |
They don' t sleep they have no eyelids | |
I hear them moving near my window when I' m down for bed | |
I think they' re after what' s inside my head | |
I can' t think the wheels keep spinning | |
There' s more of this that I can I' m not sure what they need | |
But my hands are tied | |
There is nothing much that I can do | |
This is not a joke my boy | |
They' re not like those parts are missing | |
There' s no hearts but inside their chest | |
Don' t feel the laugh or regret | |
Don' t know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back | |
Now I care to find what they lack | |
Oh, they' ll come for our heads | |
They' ll come for our heads | |
Oh, they' ll come for our heads | |
They' ll come for | |
I heard a knock on the door | |
But there was no answer | |
I peaked through the crack | |
And the hand pulled me through | |
They dragged me outside then | |
You tried to stop them | |
There were too many | |
You did what you could |
zuò qǔ : Cooper, Kane | |
The mouths move but I can' t hear them | |
The voices sound like televisions when they' re tuned to snow | |
And I' m wondering just what they know | |
They can' t sleep they have no eye lids | |
Their bodies hung just like our heaters in the microwaves | |
But their heads turn | |
They' ll be watching you | |
This is not a joke my boy | |
They' re not something we understand | |
Don' t think they live the way we do | |
They can spend but it' s not because they tell them to | |
Don' t breath or drink anything | |
They say they don' t need things that we still need | |
Now I' m wandering just what that means | |
They don' t sleep they have no eyelids | |
I hear them moving near my window when I' m down for bed | |
I think they' re after what' s inside my head | |
I can' t think the wheels keep spinning | |
There' s more of this that I can I' m not sure what they need | |
But my hands are tied | |
There is nothing much that I can do | |
This is not a joke my boy | |
They' re not like those parts are missing | |
There' s no hearts but inside their chest | |
Don' t feel the laugh or regret | |
Don' t know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back | |
Now I care to find what they lack | |
Oh, they' ll come for our heads | |
They' ll come for our heads | |
Oh, they' ll come for our heads | |
They' ll come for | |
I heard a knock on the door | |
But there was no answer | |
I peaked through the crack | |
And the hand pulled me through | |
They dragged me outside then | |
You tried to stop them | |
There were too many | |
You did what you could |