Bella Morte

I feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my neck

She here to show me more ways of the dark

I would expect her to know by now, I won't bend or

Be afraid of anything she shows me or anything she say

She want me to be scared 'cause she feeds on fear

And show me horrible things so I don't see so clear

My vision is so distorted and coming with new eyes

That show me people covered in blood and ready to die

I'm afraid of my own self and it won't help me none

To get a gun and put it to my dome

I know that you're alone and I figured we could talk

If she don't get under my head then I'm blowing my shit off

She's calling on me every night, she's scratching the walls

To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity

Unbarring now it's become so mundane

Becoming insane, I won't be afraid

She didn't know I was use to it, flash backs

Trigger my brain and shoot through it like fireworks again and again

And if I'm going insane then I'm taking somebody with me

Out the window of the glass house you been living

And if I'm just another page that you can turn and get away from

Then please do me a favor and turn it before the day comes

And hopefully it's sooner then later 'cause I'm feeling

My patience growing thin in this relationship

And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state

There's only one way to retaliate

Grab the thirty eight and hold it to my temple

Waiting on the word and now it all seems so simple it's absurd

Maybe it'll stop when she sees me holding the gun

Or a suicidalist is what I'm going to become

I'm hoping you can learn from my past and what I've done

And in the long run maybe you gonna know how to use a gun

She's calling me again(she keeps calling me)

I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid

Why are things so wicked when I sing of evil spells

And hidden incognations to open the gates of hell

What if style were wicked, would I wear human skin

With magic tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton

What if hell were heaven and heaven were irreversed

Would it really change the balance here on earth

Care to think about it, I don't, got too many problems of my own

Insanity it's a crypt that I'm trying to keep a hold on

I just want to be left alone

So everybody please just go away

Inside of my mind is where she calls home

And I just can't take another word she say

What if the rose was wicked, would it have teeth

Would it bite all who smelling it, leave a hole in they cheek

What if blood was wicked, would it make me want to fight

'Til I drew blood stained in my teeth like bliss white

What if art was wicked, would I paint with blood

Would I sculpt with guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with love

Probably all of the above and then some

Spend a little time on these streets, son

She's calling me again(she keeps calling me)

I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid

She's calling on me every night, she's scratching the walls

To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity

Unbarring now it's become so mundane

Becoming insane, I won't be afraid