| Song | Robophobia |
| Artist | Electric President |
| Album | Sleep Well |
| Download | 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 |