I try to get by But I don't know who I am anymore Or what to hope for A compass, no needle, I don't know where we're heading anyway So it's ok I made it impossible to find a loophole To find an Island where I could remain Idle Weak, unstable I can't stay composed and break the pattern I guess I'm too stubborn And trying to make sense of it all just feels like drowning It's endless, so pointless I made it impossible to find a loophole To find an Island where I could remain Idle