Drew McIntyre 1 (Broken Dreams by Shaman's Harvest)
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 is yours, now is mine, And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true, I make them for you.
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you (make them come true) Bad dreams come true, I make them for you (I make dreams come true) Bad dreams come true, I make them for you (make them come true) Bad dreams come true, I make them for you.
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 illusion, 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)