Automatic

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?