What are we afraid of? Illnesses that plague us? Or the realization what this life, it has made us When right and wrongs cast aside And you do what you must to survive Who you were has been lost Daily you walk along the few moral lines that you've still yet to cross You were once just a man Now something less, here you stand It seems the sky's turned grey Hope just fades "American Dreams" blocked by the quarantine gates Freedom for your safety, this life has a cost Spend your dreams running from the loved ones lost One peaceful night, it's been too long The hope for cleared conscience is so far gone And you're haunted by the question Are the monsters the Infected?
Chorus: Paranoia Whispers in my ear Nobody to trust all that's left is fear Echos of ourselves is all that we hear What do we become when the end draws near? (x2)
Verse 2: You hear the echos in the silence Daily you're reminded You never truly leave the ones, supposedly behind us Blinded by protection, soon becomes oppression How to move forward when the world lacks direction? Hope for tomorrow lies with the children Who've never even seen the world they're burdened with rebuilding What is humanity? Cooperation or insanity? It's been twenty years past Things you'd never dream to do back then, are now your everyday routine No "good and evil", it isn't black and white Everyday and night, all that's left is survive Take the easy way out? It's not that easy It's become a habit to just keep breathing And you're haunted by the question Are the monsters the infected?
Chorus
Breakdown I hear the echos of the silence (x2) I hear the echos of the question Are the monsters the infected?