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 shows me or 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
That show me people 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 that you're and I figured we could talk
If she don't get 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 at my sanity
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 through it like fireworks again and
And if I'm going then I'm taking somebody with me
Out the window of the glass house you living

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

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

Maybe it'll stop 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 run maybe you gonna 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 incognations to the gates of hell
What if style were wicked, would I human skin
With magic tongue rings and cane, the skeleton

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

I just want to be alone
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 was wicked, would it have teeth
Would it bite all who smelling it, leave a hole in they
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, would I paint blood
Would I sculpt with guts, I mount human heads to the wall with love
Probably all of the and then some
Spend a time on these streets, son

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

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