I know it's wrong It's partly why the voices tell me to carry on A lifetime of devices we rely upon Or so they say I sense a need I feel it as it burns a hole right into me Are those that never learn condemned to long repeat The automatic day? And when we wake every day too late They'll soon understand And when we miss the chances to progress Then come and take my hand It's that time again So who will rise To shake off this arcane system of compromise? 'Cos there's something quite circadian that beats a line To the automatic day And when we wake every day 'round 8 They'll soon understand And when we miss the chances to progress Then come and take my hand It's that time again