As I stepped to the edge beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like a pulse of drum,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
A 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 loosers
nothing's left to cling onto
you got to hold on on to yourself
a cry of hope, a pea of peace
and my conscience beating
it's not that I want, but it's all that I need
to reach the break of day
so I rum to the edge beyond the shadow of a doubt
with my conscience bleeding
here lies a truth, the lost treassures of my youth
as I hold on to the break of day