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 You pack your things and head home At the end of the road You'll find what you've been longing for 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, set your sights to North And press on, press on This is not your escape This is not your escape Wash away what they thought of you And press on, press on 'Cause in this place we're all as good as dead End cycle 'Cause in this place we're all as good as dead End cycle Press on Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone It's not the end of the road The end of the road for you At the end of the road You'll find what you've been longing for You'll find what you've been longing for You'll find what you've been longing for --- To Whom It May Concern - Underoath