one touch

a new nightmare, is born and nurtured, to each a hell of his own, a new order, it pulls us under, why are you turning so cold?, no one, nowhere, theres nothing out there, to each some pain of his own, cant remember, how did i get here?, why am i turning so colt?, one touch. its so cold and silent, why cant i stop from falling?, in closed quarters, we'll spend our future, an apocalypse of our own, its all empty, theres nothing left here, why are we turning so cold?