Death of a Nightmare

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 truthful far away,
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound.

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.

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.

Out of time, so say goodbye,
What is yours, now is mine,
And I dream broken dreams,
I make them come true...