Whats 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 is yours
Now is mine, and I dream broken dreams
I make [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] ture, I make them for you
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 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 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 illusion
Based on nothing and confusion
Dont you look behind the curtain
No more time, the end is certain
And I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
I make them for you
And I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
I make them for you
My [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] [bad word]  I make them for you
My [bad word] ture, I make them for you