Lyrics
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?
HENRIK SANDELIN, JOHANNES ECKERSTROM, JOHN ALFREDSSON, JONAS JARLSBY, MAGNUS LUNDBACK, MARKUS TAGARIS
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