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 There's nothing out there To each some pain of his own Can't remember How did I get here? Why am I turning so colt? One touch It's so cold and silent Why can't I stop from falling? In closed quarters We'll spend our future An apocalypse of our own It's all empty There's nothing left here Why are we turning so cold? --- One Touch - Avatar