My mental stability reaches its bitter end 
As I step to the edge 
Of a shadow of a doubt 
With my conscience beating 
Like the pulse of a drum 
that hammers on and on 
As 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've lost all hope 
And excuses 
And the cheapskates and the losers 
Nothing's left to cling on to 
You gotta 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 day 
So I run to the edge 
Beyond 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