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Текст песни «Bella Morte» от Twiztid

Представляем точный текст композиции "Bella Morte" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twiztid . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Bella Morte» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twiztid передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Twiztid - "Bella Morte"

Lyrics to Bella Morte : [Madrox] I feel a touch like a cold breeze tickle my neck She gonna show me more ways in the dark I would expect her to know by now I wont bend or be afraid of anything she shows me or anything she say She wants me to be scared cause she feeds on fear She shows me horrible things so I dont see so clear My visions so distorted and covered with new eyes Showing me people covered in blood ready to die Im afraid of my unselfitable help me none to get a gun and put it to my dome I know that your alone I figured that we to talk But she keeps getting under my head and Im throwing the shit off [Monoxide and Madrox] She keeps calling on me every night shes scratching the walls to keep me afraid. Everyday. She Keeps staring at my sanity unbarring how its become so mundane. Becoming insane. I wont be afraid. [Monoxide] How did she know that I was used to it. Last match straight to my brain. Shoot through it like it was fireworks again and again. And if Im going insane then Im taken somebody with me. Out the window of the glass house youve been living. And if Im just another page you can turn it and get away. From the please do me a favor and turn it before the day comes. And Hopefully its sooner then later because Im feeling my patience growing thin in this relationship. And the greater you in the grave, all the haters in my mind. Findin so many ways to retaliate grab the thirty eight. Holden it to my temple just waitin on the word. You know It all seems so simple its obsurd. Maybe she would stop if she sees me holden the gun. I was suicidal this is what Im gonna become. Im hoping you can learn from my past and what Ive done And If Im all wrong baby then take me to the gun. [Monoxide and Madrox] She is calling me a fool, Im afraid, Im afraid, Im afraid. She is calling me, fuck you, Im afraid, Im afraid, Im afraid. [Madrox] Look at its Wicked, calling peoples spells, and hit it in cognation to open the gates of hell. Would I style like its wicked, would I wear human skin, with magic contacts and a cane thats made of skeleton. What if hell were heaven and heaven were in reverse. Would it really change the balance here on earth, Care to think about it. I dont got to many problems of my own, Instead Im constanly slippen from tryin to keep ahold on. [Monoxide] I just wanna be left alone so everybody please just go away. Inside of my mind is where she calls home. And I just cant take another word she say. [Madrox] What if a rose was wicked would it have teeth, would it bite folks, tearing them new holes in they cheeks. What if my blood was wicked would it make me wanna bite, till I drew blood stains in my jeans like thats life. What if a rose was wicked would I pay for blood. Would I explode with guns would I mount human hands to the wall with love, Probably all of the above and then some. Spread a little towel over the victam. [Monoxide and Madrox] She is calling me a fool, Im afraid, Im afraid, Im afraid. She is calling me, fuck you, Im afraid, Im afraid, Im afraid. [Monoxide and Madrox] She keeps calling on me every night shes scratching the walls to keep me afraid. Everyday. She Keeps staring at my sanity unbarring how its become so mundane. Becoming insane. I wont be afraid. [ Bella Morte Lyrics ]

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