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 fucked 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?