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*cked 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?