Texty: UnderOath. Define the Great Line (CD & DVD). In Regards To Myself.

Wake up, wake up, wake up
This is not a test
It's time to me to come clean
To get it off your chest

So, steady your hand before your face
And concentrate
There's gotta be some stable ground
We have to walk on

So, tear another page from the book
Are you asleep or just alone?
Clear this room from your lungs

Pull yourself together
Pull yourself together, man
Pull yourself together
Pull yourself together
On your back

You're sleeping in a bed of shame
Let the light breathe some
New life into this room
It's what keeps you coming back

Made up of insatiable songs
Bury your head in your hands
Then sing it to yourself, oh

Just what are you so afraid of?
What are you so afraid of?
You're staring truth in the face
So, come on down
What are you so afraid of?

You're busy living now, aren't you? No
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued

Time is shorter than you know
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye
So, why don't you take steps away from being alone?
I swear, it's not too late for you

It's all worth reaching for
It's all worth reaching for
It's all worth reaching for
The hands will pull you out

It's all worth reaching for
The hands will pull you out

Wake up, wake up, wake up
And step outside your box
Wake up, wake up