Luyện nghe bài hát Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a breeze tickled my neck
She here to show me ways of the dark
I expect her to know by now, I won't bend or
Be afraid of anything she me or anything she say

She want me to be scared 'cause she on fear
And show me horrible things so I see so clear
My vision is so and coming with new eyes
That show me people 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 you're alone and I figured we could
If she don't get 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 it's become so
Becoming insane, I be afraid

She didn't know I was use to it, backs
my brain 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 house you been

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

if art was wicked, would I paint with blood
Would I with guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with love
Probably all of the 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 afraid everyday, she keeps at my sanity
now it's become so mundane
Becoming insane, I be afraid