Automatic

I think I think I know it all,

But can I be sure of all 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?