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



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Wourms
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