What’s that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down

Out of time, so say goodbye
What was yours, now is mine

I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
I make them for you
I make them for you

Almost to the mountain top, 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 [bad word]  you are all alone
Out of time, so say goodbye
What was yours, now is mine

I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
I make them for you
I make them for you