Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

She want me to be scared 'cause she feeds on
And show me horrible so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming new eyes
show 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 then I'm blowing my shit off

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

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

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

And cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
only one way to retaliate
Grab the eight and hold it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all 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 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 keeps me)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm

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

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

I just to be left alone
So everybody please just go
Inside of my is where she calls home
And I just can't take word she say

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

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

She's 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 tearing at my
Unbarring now become so mundane
insane, I won't be afraid