Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a cold breeze my neck
She here to show me more 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 'cause she on fear
And me horrible things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and coming with new
That show me people covered in 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 that you're alone and I figured we talk
If she don't get under my head then I'm blowing my off

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

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

And if I'm another page that you can turn and get away from
please 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 cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state
There's one way to retaliate
Grab the eight and hold it to my temple
Waiting on the word and now it all so simple it's absurd

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

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

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

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

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

What if the rose was wicked, it have teeth
Would it bite all who smelling it, leave a hole in cheek
What if blood was wicked, would it make me want to
'Til I drew blood stained in my teeth 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
Spend a little time on streets, son

calling me (she keeps 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
Unbarring now it's become so
Becoming insane, I be afraid