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, Nowwhere 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?