Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a cold 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 me or anything she say

She want me to be scared 'cause she feeds on
And show me things so I don't see so clear
My is so distorted and coming with new eyes
That show me people covered in 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 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 scratching the
To keep me 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
Trigger my and shoot through it like fireworks again and again
And if I'm going insane then I'm taking with me
Out the of the glass house you been living

And if I'm just 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 thin in this relationship

And cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
only one way to retaliate
Grab the thirty and hold 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 I'm going 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

She's calling me (she 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 rings and cane, display the skeleton

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

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

What if the rose was wicked, 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 teeth like bliss

What if art was wicked, would I with blood
I sculpt with guts, would 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 me (she keeps calling me)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm

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