The time is running out.
I know you can feel it.
I can see it in the thin shean of sweat on your brow.
The fear radiating from you.
I know because i feel it too.

The time is running out.
Like sand in an hour glass.
Except this hour glass can't be turned over.
Can't restart.
You know time is running out.

I can feel the reminder like cold dread...
Pulsing through me.
I know your doing everything you can.
And i'm trying to do everything i can but...
The time is ticking out.