I think, I think I know it all,
But can I be sure of the things I've grown to know,
And can I say I know it all,
When rules just guide me to blindly follow
And things are automatic when you see them everyday
Is it the same routine
Or my f**ed up dreams,
That keep me walking mindless all the way?
I think, I think I know it all
But is our beliefs just stringing us along
And was there something wrong in what I heard,
For every hour of the day?