In the morning i’ve got a broken compass
i'm a zombie feeding on all things lifeless
in the morning, im like a walkin coffin
all the things i hold on to end up dyin

in the morning I am dirty and bruised in the gutter, nothing left to prove
rain is washing away residue
i’m immersed in an ocean anew

in the morning, i think i lost my knowledge
played the game right, forgot to save my progress
in the morning, i try to live with purpose
even when things often times feel so pointless

in the morning I am dirty and bruised in the gutter, nothing left to prove
rain is washing away residue
i’m immersed in an ocean anew

i grow away from the roots in time
i'm known to follow the road that winds
although i’m like a plane with no pilot
there is sure to be light shinin
though the darkness over the horizon in the morning