Underoath - To Whom It May Concern

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 longing 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