As I stepped to the edge
beyond a 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 cheapskates and the losers
nothing's left to cling onto
youve got to hold on
hold on to yourself

a cry of hope
a plea for peace
and my conscience beating
its not what i want for
its all that i need
to reach the break of day
so i run to the edge
beyond a 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 and the losers
nothing's left to cling onto
youve got to hold on
hold on to yourself

when you lost all hope and excuses
and the cheapskates and the losers
nothing's left to cling onto
youve got to hold on
hold on to yourself