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