"Moral Compass" lyrics

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