With my conscience bleeding
Like the pulse of the drum
As I reach the break of the day
The lost treasures of my youth
When the sun beats down
A plea for peace
An' the cheap skates an' the losers
It's not what I want for
The will to persevere
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself
Nothing's left to cling on to
Of the shadow of a doubt
When you lost all hope an' excuses
As I hold to the break of day
Has my conscience beatin'
When you lost all hope an' excuses
Hold on

Nothing's left to cling on to
Gotta hold on
'Til I reach the break of the day

Hold on to yourself
With my conscience beating
Nothing's left to cling on to
The sound in my ear

An' the cheap skates an' the losers
That hammers on and on
So I run to the edge
Hold on to yourself

Here lies the truth
On the Rafway house
A cry of hope
Gotta hold on
Gotta hold on
It's all that I need
To reach the break of day
When you lost all hope an' excuses
An' the cheap skates an' the losers
An' my conscience beatin'