Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my
She here to show me more of the dark
I would expect her to know by now, I bend 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 is so distorted and coming with new eyes
That me people covered in blood and ready to die

I'm of my own self and it won't help me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I know that you're alone and I figured we could
If she don't get under my head then I'm blowing my off

calling on me every night, she's scratching the walls
To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my
now it's become so mundane
Becoming insane, I be afraid

She didn't know I was use to it, flash
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 house you been living

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

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

Maybe it'll stop when she sees me 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 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 so wicked when I sing of evil spells
And hidden incognations to the gates of hell
What if style were wicked, would I wear human
With magic tongue and cane, display the skeleton

What if were heaven and heaven were irreversed
Would it really change the here on earth
to think 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 left
So everybody just go away
Inside of my mind is she calls home
And I just can't another word she say

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

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

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

She's calling on me every night, she's scratching the
To keep me everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity
Unbarring now it's become so
insane, I won't be afraid