As I stepped to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscienece beating
Like the pulse of a drum
That hammers on and on
Until I reach the break of day
As the sun beats down on
The halfway house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to perserve
As I reach the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on to yourself

A cry of hope
A plea for peace
And my conscience beating
It's not what I want for
It's all that I need
To reach the break of day
So I run to the edge
Beyond the shadows of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth
The lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on to yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on to yourself