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 know by now, I bend or
Be afraid of anything she shows me or she say

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

I'm afraid of my own and it won't help me none
To get a gun and put it to my
I know that you're and I figured we could talk
If she get under my head then I'm blowing my shit off

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

She know I was use to it, flash backs
Trigger my and shoot through it like fireworks again and again
And if I'm going insane then I'm 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 do me a favor and turn it before the day comes
And hopefully it's sooner later 'cause I'm feeling
My growing thin in this relationship

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

Maybe it'll stop when she me holding the gun
Or a suicidalist is what I'm going to
I'm hoping you can learn my past and what I've done
And in the run maybe you gonna know 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 open the of hell
What if style were wicked, would I human skin
With tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton

What if hell heaven and heaven were irreversed
Would it really change the here on earth
Care to think 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 to be left alone
So please just go away
of my mind is where she calls home
And I just take another word she say

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

What if art was wicked, would I with blood
Would I sculpt with guts, would I human heads to the wall with love
all of the above and then some
Spend a little on these streets, son

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

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