(brass fanfare, strings rise like a sunrise)Arise, O sleeper, seize this golden morning,let not the precious hours slip from thy hand,the world is wide, the day is fresh and dawning,go forth and conquer, claim the promised landGather ye rosebuds while ye may, the poet cried,old time is still a-flying, the alarm replied...five more minutes, just five more, I plead...the spirit is willing but the duvet hath decreed...(beat drops — lazy drill, autotuned rap)Carpe diem, seize the day, that's the dream they soldI hit the snooze and seized the bed, it's warm and I am coldgather ye rosebuds, sure, but later, in a bitthe day is mine to seize, and I have chosen not to, I admitSet six alarms, named the last one please get upslept through every single one like a tiny act of warthe early bird gets the worm, well, I respect the worm's hustlebut the bird looks exhausted and I'm choosing not to struggleCarpe diem, seize the day, that's the dream they soldI hit the snooze and seized the bed, it's warm and I am coldgather ye rosebuds, sure, but later, in a bitthe day is mine to seize, and I have chosen not to, I admitO captain, my captain, the morning is begun —the captain pulled the blanket up and said the day is done(brass returns, deflating, then silence)...seize tomorrow... maybe... noon...
