Darkness consumes you till there's no light
Can't seem to find you without any light
You're on the verge of losing yourself; a cry for help
Well, here I am! Just take my hand and let's go!

Get up, get out, get moving
The world's outside your door!
Get up, get out, get moving
The world's outside your door!

I see the pain behind your eyes
Trapped inside your own body
Your mind is stuck on telling lies
You're not well but you're surviving

Can you please tell me, friend?
How can we make this end?
Not to give up on life, but to give up on misery
You're not well but you're surviving

Glued to your chair, your feet grow roots
And plant you in the ground
You don't seem to care

You've accepted life with no new branches
I must resist shaking you till all your leaves fall
Growing takes patience
But at some point, you've gotta move forward!

I'll pull you to your feet
We'll rinse, and repeat to help wash away all the bullshit
They've been telling you while I told the truth
I always had you in my best interest

(I guess it all comes down to one thing, really)
(Get busy living or get busy dying!)

When will you listen?
When will you be the one to make a decision
Of moving up and moving on?
When will you listen?
When will you be the one to make a decision
Of moving up and moving on with your life?