Giant Robot Apocalypse
It's covered by cloud
Whispering through
This is a new kind of science
A mechanical sound
On every last channel
I think it's coming this way
You're out of your frame
You must be new to this
Just give me a second to collect my composure
The buildings collapse
From the weight of the punch
I think we'd better keep our mouths shut
A hailstorm of missles
You can't sing for shit
You've set the whole place on fire
Writer/s: Animalweapon
