We are the infected ones
We are the broken ones
They
They are dead a buried ones
And theyve proven us wrong
We
thought that we could hide from death
And that we had all the answer
But its 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 Im 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?
Im not sure, I thing Im
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 Ive got)
Reach out
Reach out and touch the last
The last hearbeat
that Ive got
I hear them singing...
