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 would expect her to know by now, I won't or
Be afraid of 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 new eyes
That show me people covered in and ready to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it won't me none
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, she's the walls
To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps at my sanity
Unbarring now it's become so
Becoming insane, I be afraid

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

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

And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate my mind state
only one way to retaliate
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 I'm going to become
I'm hoping you can learn from my past and what done
And in the long run you gonna know 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 sing of evil
And hidden to open the gates of hell
What if style were wicked, would I wear human
With magic tongue rings and cane, the skeleton

What if hell were heaven and heaven irreversed
Would it really change the balance on earth
Care to about 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
Inside of my mind is she calls home
And I just can't take word she say

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

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

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

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 be afraid