The Numanoid Channel

Here we play games

Like turning men into boys

And everyone must cry or lose

Recall 'my Circuit'

Recall 'I'm not, you are'

Remember that I moved too soon

Corridor empty

Time to call in the stars

A game called echo

Now I ask questions

I get so nervous of

A game called echo

We re-name vehicles

You re-name heroes

I switch to auto

You are reception

I can take it or leave

Do I need permission to stop?

(P) 1980 Beggars Banquet

A Game Called Echo