Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

She want me to be scared she feeds on fear
And show me horrible things so I don't see so
My vision is so distorted and with new eyes
That show me people covered in blood and 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 get under my head then I'm blowing my shit off

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

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

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

And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate 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 simple 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 I've done
And in the long run you gonna know how to use a gun

She's me (she keeps calling 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 gates of
What if style were wicked, I wear human skin
With magic tongue rings and cane, the skeleton

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

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

What if the rose was wicked, would it teeth
Would it bite all who it, leave a hole in they 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 sculpt with guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with
Probably all of the above and some
Spend a time on these streets, son

She's me (she keeps 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 keeps at my sanity
now it's become so mundane
Becoming insane, I be afraid