As I stepped to the edge

Beyond the shadow of a doubt

Withe my conscienece beating

Like the puls of a drum

That hammers on and on

Until I reach the break of the day

As the sun beats down

The halfway house

Has my conscience beating

The sound in my ear

The will tomperserve

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 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 shadowas 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 yourself



When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapstakes & losers

Nothing's left to cling onto

You got to hold on yourself