Come On, Compass by SuperHeroSmile

and all the subtle insinuations of which path you're meant to take like raindrops on the fire, disappeared without a trace. "you know, ive never had a heading" you shout out as waters swirl "but i dont much care for dying, so let these tattered sails unfurl" self distructive optimism like memories you hold all these ticking time bombs that they swore to you were gold self inflicted nightmares, sailing rivers of your tears dried up all your luck from so much time spent breaking mirrors and you started with direction but how the road it twists and turns and all the breadcrumbs you left scattered fell between the pages burned doesnt seem to be a happy ending at the end of this path but i suppose that moving forward is just as good as pretending that i know my way back i dont know my way back come on compass dont fail me now ive hit rock bottom and im still dig dig dig digging down come on compass where do i go now how many more times are you gonna spin spin spin spin around suspicious accusations of whose side youre really on and the nagging sensation asking "whos really been wrong?" discovering questions in the answers that you sought realizing understanding might not be worth the cost and the resonating screams of the supersonic silence say the center of the hurricane is to blame for this impending violence be that as it may i say that we wait for the day we know if we're in danger or if we're the wicked things heading the other way come on compass dont fail me now ive hit rock bottom and im still dig dig dig digging down come on compass where do i go now how many more times are you gonna spin spin spin spin around how many more times are you gonna spin spin spin spin around how many more times are we gonna spin spin spin spin around?