One Touch
Henrik Sandelin / Johannes Eckerstrom / John Alfredsson / Jonas Jarlsby / Magnus Lundback / Markus Tagaris
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 cold?
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?