Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

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

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

I'm afraid of my own self and it won't help me
To get a gun and put it to my
I that you're alone 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 me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity
Unbarring now become so mundane
Becoming insane, I won't be

She didn't know I was use to it, backs
Trigger my brain and shoot through it like fireworks and again
And if I'm going insane then I'm taking somebody me
Out the of the glass 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 turn it the day comes
And hopefully it's sooner then later I'm feeling
My patience growing thin in this

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

it'll stop when she sees me holding the gun
Or a suicidalist is what I'm to become
I'm hoping you can learn from my past and what I've
And in the long run maybe you gonna how to use a gun

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

Why are things so when I sing of evil spells
And hidden incognations to the gates of hell
if style were wicked, would I wear human skin
With magic tongue rings and cane, display the

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

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

What if the rose was wicked, would it teeth
Would it bite all who smelling it, a hole in they cheek
What if blood was wicked, 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, would I mount human heads to the wall with
all of the above and then some
Spend a time on these streets, son

calling 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 afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my
Unbarring now it's so mundane
Becoming insane, I be afraid