Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

She want me to be 'cause she feeds on fear
And show me things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and with new eyes
That 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 and I figured we could talk
If she don't get under my head then I'm my shit off

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

She know I was use to it, flash backs
Trigger my brain and shoot through it fireworks again and again
And if I'm going insane then I'm taking somebody me
Out the window of the glass you been living

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

And cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
There's only one way to
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 stop when she me holding the gun
Or a suicidalist is I'm going to become
I'm hoping you can learn my past and what I've done
And in the long run you gonna know how to use a gun

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

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

What if hell were heaven and heaven irreversed
it really 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 want to be alone
So please just go away
Inside of my mind is where she 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 me want to fight
'Til I drew blood stained in my like bliss white

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

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

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