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
untill 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 perservere
as i reach the break of day
When you lost all hope and excuses
and the cheapskates & the losers
nothings 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
its all that i need
to reach the break of 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 day
When you lost all hope and excuses
and the cheapskates & the losers
nothings left to cling onto
you got to hold on to yourself
When you lost all hope and excuses
and the cheapskates & the losers
nothings left to cling onto
you got to hold on to yourself