As I stepped to the edge

beyond the shadow of a doubt

With my conscience 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 persevere

As I reach the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskated and the losers

Nothing’s left to cling onto

Gotta to hold on

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

of 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 cheapskated and the losers

Nothing’s left to cling on

Gotta to hold on Hold on to yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskated and the losers

Nothing’s left to cling on

you got to Hold on to yourself