Nescience

Time is chasing down my disguise Of playing to know it all When what's real is I know none Tell me what is in your head Enlighten me with your mind Help me to understand 'Cause you are made of doubts And I can only guess your steps is a pondering walk, now How am I supposed to know How am I supposed to know, now How am I supposed to know Now, how am I supposed to know Tell me what is in your head Enlighten me with some words Help me to help you out What if I tell you that your view is blinded By all your habits of keeping it to yourself-and emotion bespeaks affliction 'Cause you are made of doubts And I can only guess your steps is a pondering walk, now How am I supposed to know How am I supposed to know How am I supposed Now, How am I supposed to know How am I supposed to know, now How am I supposed to know