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 won't or
Be afraid of anything she shows me or she say

She want me to be 'cause she feeds on fear
And show me horrible things so I don't see so
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
That me people covered in blood and ready to die

I'm of my own self and it won't help me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I know that alone and I figured we could talk
If she don't get under my head 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 become so
Becoming insane, I won't be

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 with me
Out the window of the glass house you been

And if I'm just another that you can turn and get away from
Then please do me a favor and turn it the day comes
And hopefully it's sooner then later 'cause I'm
My growing 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 and hold it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all seems so simple absurd

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

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

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

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

I just to be left alone
So everybody just go away
Inside of my mind is she calls home
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 me want to fight
'Til I drew blood in my teeth like bliss white

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

She's calling me (she 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
Unbarring now it's so mundane
Becoming insane, I won't be