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 true from 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
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