As I step to the edge
of a shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum
That hammers on and on
Till I reach the break of the day
When the sun beats down
On the halfway house
As my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to persevere
As I reach the break of the day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on
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 the day
So I run to the edge
of a shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth
The lost treasures of my youth
As I hold till the break of the day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on
Gotta hold on
Hold on
Hold on to yourself