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 expect her to by now, I won't bend or
Be of anything she shows me or anything she say

She want me to be scared she feeds on fear
And me horrible things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
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 you're alone and I figured we could talk
If she don't get under my head then I'm blowing my off

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

She didn't I was use to it, flash backs
my brain and shoot through it like fireworks again 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 that you can turn and get away from
Then please do me a and turn 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
There's only one way to
Grab the thirty eight and it to my temple
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 going to
I'm hoping you can learn from my 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 to open the gates of hell
What if were wicked, would I wear human skin
With tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton

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

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

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

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

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

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