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 home
At the end of the road
You'll find what you've been looking for
I know 'cause my feet have the 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 sights 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 road for you
