Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my
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 want me to be scared 'cause she on fear
And show me horrible things so I see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
show me people covered in blood 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 alone and I figured we could
If she don't get my head then I'm blowing my shit off

She's calling on me 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

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 insane 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 from
Then please do me a favor and turn it before the day
And hopefully it's then later 'cause I'm feeling
My growing thin 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 eight and hold it to my temple
on the word and now it all seems so simple it's absurd

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

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

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

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

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

if the rose was wicked, would it have 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 blood stained in my teeth like bliss

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

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

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