Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

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

I'm afraid of my own self and it help me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I know 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 afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my
Unbarring now it's become so
Becoming insane, I won't be

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 house you been 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 sooner then later I'm feeling
My patience thin in this relationship

And cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
There's only one way to
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 stop she sees 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 know how to use a gun

calling me (she keeps 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 style wicked, would I wear human skin
With magic tongue rings and cane, the skeleton

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

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

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

if art was wicked, would I paint with blood
Would I sculpt with guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with
Probably all of the and then some
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 tearing at my sanity
Unbarring now it's become so
insane, I won't be afraid