Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch a cold breeze tickled my neck
She here to show me ways of the dark
I would her to know 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 on fear
And me horrible things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and with new eyes
That show me people covered in and ready to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it won't me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I know you're alone and I figured we could talk
If she get under my head then I'm blowing 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
insane, I won't be afraid

She didn't I was use to it, flash backs
Trigger my brain and shoot 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 please do me a and turn it before the day comes
And hopefully sooner then later 'cause I'm feeling
My patience growing thin in this

And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate into my state
There's one way to retaliate
Grab the thirty eight and it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all seems so simple absurd

Maybe it'll when she sees me holding the gun
Or a suicidalist is what I'm to become
I'm you can learn from my past and what I've done
And in the long run maybe you 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 wicked I sing of evil spells
And hidden incognations to open the gates of
if style were wicked, would I wear human skin
With magic rings and cane, display the skeleton

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

I just want to be left
So everybody just go away
Inside of my mind is where she home
And I just can't take another she say

What if the rose was wicked, would it have
it bite all who smelling 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
Would I sculpt with guts, I mount human heads to the wall with love
Probably all of the and then some
Spend a little 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 everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity
now it's become so mundane
Becoming insane, I be afraid