as i stepped to the edge
of a shadow of a doubt
with my conscienece beating
like the pulse 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, hold on to 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
of the shadows 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, hold on to yourself
when you lost all hope and excuses
and the cheapstakes & losers
nothing's left to cling onto
you got to hold on, hold on to yourself |