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