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?