Running out of Warnings

RUNNING OUT OF WARNINGS
 Time has come to get past the clock
 Stop all the senseless talk
 Head on
 Look away from the consequence
 Under a false pretense
 No more
 I'm running out of warnings
 The other side is calling me
 Isn't it ironic?
 I get to meet my maker
 She is like the morning
 Radiant and glowing
 Reaching out to draw me
 Away from all this make-up
 Future plans and present signs
 Are like looking back in time
 In the end
 Just the way when reaching out
 Means reaching deep inside
 To repent
 Truth that's told with bad intent
 Beats all lies you can invent
 Like elixir it heals
 My body and soul
 And as I come to terms with this
 I emerge from the abyss
 And my spirit enfolds me
 To carry me home
 I'm running out of warnings
 The other side is calling me
 Isn't it ironic?
 I get to meet my maker
 She is like the morning
 Radiant and glowing
 Reaching out to draw me in
 Away from all this make-up
 I'm running out of warnings
 The other side is calling me
 Isn't it ironic?
 I get to meet my maker
 She is like the morning
 Radiant and glowing
 Reaching out to draw me in
 Away from all this make-up