So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road

Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head for home

At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for



I know 'cause my feet have scars to show

I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home



It's time for you to press on

This is not your war

Set your signts to north and press on

This is not your escape

Wash away what they thought of you

Because in this place, we're all as good as dead

....end cycle...



Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone

It's not the end of the road for you