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