The Automatic Day Songtext
von Cult With No Name

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