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