Testo di Torpid

How would paint the pain The colours of the last day? It's raining all the time, How would you live the last day of all? Think about the thrill you can't spill, You're torpid inside Think about the love you can't live 'cause you're lost in life Where's the beauty on your face, When the breaking scene turns into joy It could be the last, The last day for you Think about the thrill you can't spill, You're torpid inside Think about the love you can't live 'cause you're lost in life Think about the thrill you can't spill, You're torpid inside It could be the last day for you And now you're reaching out for the sky And now you're reaching out for the light You crush the trust in life, nothing more Think about the thrill you can't spill, You're torpid inside Think about the love you can't live 'cause you're lost in life Think about the thrill you can't spill, You're torpid inside It could be the last day for you