Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch a cold breeze tickled my neck
She to show me more ways of the dark
I would expect her to know by now, I 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 things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so and coming 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 alone and I we could talk
If she don't get under my head then I'm blowing my off

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

She didn't I was use to it, flash 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 window of the glass house you living

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

And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate into my state
only one way to retaliate
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 you can learn from my past and what I've done
And in the long run maybe you gonna 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 when I sing of evil
And hidden to open the gates of hell
What if style were wicked, would I wear human
With magic tongue rings and cane, the skeleton

What if were heaven and heaven were 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 a hold on

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

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

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

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

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