Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

She me to be scared 'cause she feeds on fear
And show me horrible so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming new eyes
That show me people in blood and ready to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it won't help me
To get a gun and put it to my
I know that you're alone and I we could talk
If she get under my head then I'm blowing my shit off

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

She didn't know I was use to it, backs
Trigger my brain and shoot through it fireworks again and again
And if I'm going then I'm taking somebody with me
Out the window of the glass house you living

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

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

Maybe stop when she sees me holding the gun
Or a suicidalist is what I'm to become
I'm hoping you can learn from my past and what 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 were wicked, would I wear human skin
With magic tongue rings and cane, display the

What if were heaven and heaven were irreversed
Would it really change the balance here on
Care to 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 please just go away
Inside of my mind is where she home
And I just take another word she say

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

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

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

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