Pray to the Clocks

I'm tied down with chains again And the numbers have shackled my ankles My head's full of clocks again And I'm bowing down To each and every alarm sound Pray to the clocks Pray to the clocks Dress myself in Sunday best Fake a smile, are you impressed? I give my time, I sell my mind to make a dime Now I can't even read my own writing I look alright on the outside But underneath it I'm a mess Pray to the clocks Pray to the wristwatch Pray to the satellite time Cause time is running your life Pray to the clocks Pray to the clocks Pray to the wristwatch Pray to the satellite time Cause time is running your life Pray to the Clocks Pray to the clocks Bow down to the wristwatch Pray to the clocks I'm tied down with chains again