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