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 IÂ've got   I hear them singing...