Moral Compass Songtext
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On the outskirts of a plan
With just a busted moral compass dying in my hand
I′m just tryna get through beyond this place I've been before
I′m just someone tryna turn a wall into a door

Yes, I am
Yes, I am

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 penaltiеs
And I embrace my temporary destiny


Yes, I am
Yes, I am

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

Rusty gates, I′m hoping, might just fall apart
I was always hoping 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
With just a busted moral compass dying in my hand
With just a busted moral compass dying in my hand