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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  you are all alone.

Out of time, so say goodbye,
What is yours, now is mine,
And I dream broken dreams,
I make [bad word] [bad word] 
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 [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
Bad [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you (I make [bad word] [bad word] 
Bad [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you (I make them for you)
Bad [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you (I make [bad word] [bad word] 
Bad [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you (I make them for you)