What's that metronome I hear. Perhaps the end is drawing near. You never hear the shot that takes you down. Now your dreams are memories. Seems more truthful far away. Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound. Out of time so say goodbye. What is yours now is mine. And I dream broken dreams. I make them come true. I make them for you. I make them for you. Almost to the mountaintop. You slip and fall just like a stone. Rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown. You had it all right in your grasp. But in a breath your minute passed. Now at last the end has come you are all alone. Out of time so say goodbye. What is yours now is mine. And I dream broken dreams. I make them come true. I make them for you. I make them for you. All your dreams are just illusioned. Based on nothing and confusion. Don't you look behind the curtain. No more time the end is certain. I dream broken dreams I make them come true I make them for you. I dream broken dreams I make them come true I make them for you. Bad dreams come true I make them for you (I make dreams come true). Bad dreams come true I make them for you (I make them for you). Bad dreams come true I make them for you (I make dreams come true). Bad dreams come true I make them for you (I make them for you)