As I stepped to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a [bad word] 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 cheapskated and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta to hold on
You got to hold on to yourself

cry of hope
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 day
So [bad word] to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the [bad word] the lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskated and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on
Gotta to hold on
Hold on to yourself

Take it up
 [bad word] break)

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskated and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on
You got to hold on
Gotta to hold on
Hold on, hold on to yourself