You Can't Create Your Own Dimensions Lyrics

So open up, your mind

Purposely ponder your point of view before you decide

Rearrange the the contents inside

And I don't know if my crazy ways are just cloudy days or not

Is it the person or the pot? I forgot

Something, is what I'm not. (I'm just a handmade robot)

I'm just a copy from a stencil

Just a dull, number two pencil

A dull number two pencil

Just a dull number two pencil

Eraser, rub me out

Meander and weave work with what you receive and pick a route

And I don't know if the sky is really blue after all

If we're spinning on a ball, why do things fall

The view from the top of the tree makes me feel awfully small

And I can't tell your intentions

You can't create your own dimensions

I can't tell your intentions

I can't pay fucking attention

Attention

The tension

The tension

The tension