You Can't Create Your Own Dimensions

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