text: As I step to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
  With my conscience beating
  Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on
  Til I reach the break of day
  When 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
  Nothings left to cling onto
  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 on the shadow of a doubt
  With my conscience bleeding
  Here lies the truth, the lost treasures of my youth
  As I hold to the break of day
  When you lost all hope and excuses
  And the cheapskates and the losers
  Nothings left to cling onto
  Gotta hold on, hold on to yourself
  When you lost all hope and excuses
  And the cheapskates and the losers
  Nothings left to cling onto
  Gotta hold on, gotta hold on
  Hold on, hold on to yourself