Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

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

I'm afraid of my own 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 then I'm blowing my off

She's calling on me every night, she's the walls
To me afraid 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, backs
my brain and shoot through it like fireworks again and again
And if I'm insane then I'm taking 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
Then please do me a favor and it before the day comes
And hopefully it's then later '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 thirty eight and it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all seems so 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 from my past and what I've done
And in the long run 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 so wicked when I sing of evil spells
And incognations to open the gates of hell
What if style were wicked, would I human skin
With magic tongue rings and cane, display the

What if hell were heaven and heaven were
Would it really change the balance 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 to be left alone
So everybody just go away
Inside of my mind is where she home
And I just can't another word she say

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

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

calling me (she keeps calling 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 tearing at my
Unbarring now become so mundane
Becoming insane, I won't be