Hold On

(albüm: Warning: - 2000)

As I stepped to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a 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
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 cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to 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 on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on
Hold on to yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on
You got to hold on
Hold on to yourself