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