We laid our plans out so well, but they're not working anymore
And plotting personal hells can be such a chore
I threw a dart at the globe. I don't know where to go, and can't find it
Now the hole I just made's looking empty and vague, I'm reminded
"The map is not the territory"... and my compass never points true north
A Needle cannot spin on a broken axis
Now I'll disappear from sight, to a place I won't find any grief
Exploring brave new heights, of anonymity
Set adrift in a maze, feeling stuck in a cage, can't escape it
Now the pattern is set on repeat in my head, I can't break it
"The map is not the territory"... and my compass never points true north
A Needle cannot spin on a broken axis
"The map is not the territory" and a song that describes it ain't either
A clock hand cannot change... on a broken...
Unconventional problems call for unconventional solutions