Robot Command Centre

If you turn Into something like a robot, we Will all be proud With your metal arms Your metal arms they make me feel like I Live my life Too fast You push yourself too hard Now you're quieter than a Sunday Your armies will not march Now you're quieter than a Sunday How (are) we meant to feel If networks have gone down Ceremony's over cnd the buildings out of bounds How (are) we meant to feel If the sunlight hurts our eyes Were walking in a straight line cnd it always leaves us dry You push yourself too hard Now you're quieter than a Sunday Your armies will not march Now you're quieter than a Sunday You push yourself too hard Now you're quieter than a Sunday Your armies will not march