How will we ever win this war?
How can we fight what just won't die?
They've got strength and number more,
so we must use the power of our minds.
We need a spark, something new,
something great to turn the tide.
I've got plans, how 'bout you?
There's a way we can survive.
Clear the room, sit right here.
Sir, I promise to impress.
We'll give the dead something to fear,
and here's the key to our success.
Build the robot armies high,
unleash the soliders made of steel.
Though we fight on and we die,
our cyber-army will fear nothing
as wave upon wave of the undead will crash
on their cold walls.
Build the robot armies high, sir,
or the human race will fall.
What's the cost of such a plan?
Will there be measures left to take?
Is there a planet left for man,
or will we die for our mistakes?
Listen, sir, he has a point,
our strongholds have begun to fail.
The walls still crack, the children faint,
there's little chance we will prevail.
Where there's a will, there's a way;
the clockwork army is the key.
We'll live again, we'll win the day,
your order, sir, is all we need.
Build the robot armies high,
unleash the soliders made of steel.
Though we fight on and we die,
our cyber-army will fear nothing
as wave upon wave of the undead will crash
on their cold walls.
Build the robot armies high, sir,
or the human race will fall.
Oh, god help us all.
If this is what we have to do,
then spread the word to all.
Build the robot armies high,
unleash the soliders made of steel.
Though we fight on and we die,
our cyber-army will fear nothing
and all of the rest of the world will be saved
thanks to our great plan.
Build the robot armies high,
and save the world of man.
We are the human race.
We are the human race.
We are the human race,
what have we done?
What have we done?
What have we done?