Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

She want me to be scared she feeds on fear
And show me horrible things so I see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
That show me people covered in blood and to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it help me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I that you're 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 night, she's scratching the walls
To keep me everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity
now it's become so mundane
Becoming insane, I won't be

She didn't know I was use to it, flash
Trigger my brain and through it like 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 page that you can and get away from
Then 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 relationship

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 and now it all seems so simple it's absurd

Maybe it'll when she sees me holding the gun
Or a suicidalist is what I'm 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 when I of evil spells
And hidden to open the gates of hell
What if were wicked, would I wear human skin
With tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton

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

I want to be left 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 smelling it, a hole in they cheek
What if blood was wicked, it make me want to fight
'Til I drew blood stained in my teeth bliss white

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

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

She's calling on me 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