moral compass

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On the outskirts of a plan
With just a busted moral compass dying in my hand
I m just trying to get through
Beyond this place I ve been before
I m just someone trying to turn a wall into a door

Yes I am
Yes I am

On the outskirts of control
I found myself a patch of dirt and dug myself a hole
When I got to the bottom yes I hoped to find exotic lands
The beginning resembled the end
The future goes where I began

Fate is always punching with an open hand
Fate is always punching with an open hand

How do I withstand uncertainty
When living makes a killing off of me?
I let karma calculate worthy rewards and penalties
And I embrace my temporary destiny

Yes I am
Yes I am

On the last boat out at sea
With just a busted moral compass guiding you to me
I m just trying to get past
The thoughts that trap me in the dark
I m just someone trying to turn the end into the start

Rusted gates I m hoping might just fall apart
I was always open with a helpless heart

How do I withstand uncertainty
When living makes a killing off of me?
I let karma calculate worthy rewards and penalties
And I embrace my temporary destiny

Yes I am
On the outskirts of control
Yes I am
On the outskirts of control
Yes I am
On the outskirts of a plan
With just a busted moral compass dying in my hand