Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch a cold breeze 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 'cause she feeds on fear
And show me horrible things so I see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
show me people covered in blood and ready to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it won't 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 I'm blowing my shit off

She's calling on me every night, she's the walls
To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps at my sanity
Unbarring now become so mundane
insane, I won't 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 insane then I'm somebody with me
Out the window of the house you been living

And if I'm just another page that you can and get away from
Then do me a favor 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 cradle you in the grave all the hate into my state
only one way to retaliate
Grab the thirty and hold it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all so simple it's absurd

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

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

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

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

I just to be left alone
So everybody just go away
Inside of my mind is where she calls
And I just take another word she say

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

What if art was wicked, would I paint with
Would I sculpt with guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with
Probably all of the above and then
a little 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 me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity
Unbarring now become so mundane
Becoming insane, I won't be