Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a breeze tickled my neck
She to show me more ways of the dark
I would expect her to know by now, I bend or
Be of anything she shows me or anything she say

She me to be scared 'cause she feeds 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 won't help me
To get a gun and put it to my
I know that you're alone and I figured we talk
If she don't get under my head then I'm blowing my off

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

She know I was use to it, flash backs
my brain and shoot through it like 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 another page that you can turn and get away
Then please do me a favor and it before the day comes
And it's sooner then later 'cause I'm feeling
My patience growing thin in this

And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate into my state
only one way to retaliate
Grab the thirty and hold it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all seems so simple it's

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

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

Why are so wicked when I sing of evil spells
And hidden incognations to open the gates of
What if were wicked, would I wear human skin
With magic rings and cane, display the skeleton

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

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

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

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

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

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