We are the infected ones

We are the broken ones

They

They are dead a buried ones

And they've proven us wrong

We thought that we could hide from death

And that we had all the answer

But it's plain to see

I embrace the long and last sleep

Dreaming

Screaming

Into what end and I heading for?

I hear them singing the last lullaby

But I'm too tired to even ask why

The bells are calling

Calling my name

I wish there was someone to blame

For taking my dreams away

And if was the last of the sleeping ones

The last dreaming one

Would the rest of the world be dead and gone?

I'm not sure, I thing I'm wrong-

But is it not then even worse

To be awake and not to be dreaming?

It is plain to see

If I wake up the nightmare begin

I hear them singing...

(The last hearbeat that I've got)

Reach out

Reach out and touch the last

The last hearbeat that IÃ''ve got

I hear them singing...