Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my
She here to show me more ways of the
I would her to know by now, I won't bend or
Be afraid of she shows me or anything she say

She want me to be scared 'cause she on fear
And show me things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
That show me people covered in and ready to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it help me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I know that you're and I figured we could talk
If she don't get under my then I'm blowing my shit off

She's calling on me every night, scratching the walls
To me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity
now it's become so mundane
Becoming insane, I be afraid

She know I was use to it, flash backs
Trigger my brain and shoot through it like again and again
And if I'm going insane then I'm taking with me
Out the window of the glass house you been

And if I'm just page that you can turn and get away from
Then please do me a favor and turn it before the day
And hopefully it's sooner later 'cause I'm feeling
My patience growing in this relationship

And cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
There's only one way to
Grab the thirty eight and hold it to my
Waiting on the word and now it all so simple it's absurd

Maybe it'll stop when she sees me the gun
Or a suicidalist is what I'm going to
I'm hoping you can from my past and what I've done
And in the long run maybe you gonna how to use a gun

She's calling me (she keeps me)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm

Why are things so wicked when I of evil spells
And hidden incognations to open the of hell
What if style were wicked, would I wear skin
With magic tongue and cane, display the skeleton

if hell were heaven and heaven were irreversed
Would it change the balance here on earth
to think about it, I don't, got too many problems of my own
Insanity it's a that I'm trying to keep a hold on

I want to be left alone
So everybody please go away
Inside of my mind is where she home
And I just can't take another she say

if the rose was wicked, would it have teeth
Would it bite all who smelling it, a hole in they cheek
What if blood was wicked, would it me want to fight
I drew blood stained in my teeth like bliss white

What if art was wicked, would I paint with
Would I sculpt guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with love
Probably all of the above and some
Spend a time on these streets, son

She's calling me (she calling me)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm

She's on me every night, she's scratching the walls
To keep me afraid everyday, she tearing at my sanity
Unbarring now it's become so
insane, I won't be afraid