Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I her touch like a cold breeze tickled 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 want me to be scared 'cause she on fear
And show me horrible things so I don't see so
My vision is so and coming with new eyes
That show me 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 my head then I'm blowing my shit off

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

She didn't I was use to it, flash backs
Trigger my brain and shoot it like fireworks again and again
And if I'm going then I'm taking somebody with me
Out the window of the glass you been living

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

And cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
There's only one way to
the thirty eight and hold it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all seems so it's absurd

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 my past 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 the gates of hell
What if style were wicked, would I wear human
With tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton

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

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

What if the was wicked, would it have teeth
it bite all who smelling it, leave a hole in they cheek
What if blood was wicked, 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 wall love
all of the above and then some
Spend a little time on streets, son

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

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