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Bella Morte
406
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bella Morte was released on April 12, 2010 by Majik Ninja Entertainment as a part of the album W.I.C.K.E.D.
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Release DateApril 12, 2010
LabelMajik Ninja Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Twiztid
Twiztid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Metheric
Paul Metheric
Composer
Jamie Spaniolo
Jamie Spaniolo
Composer

Lyrics

I feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my neck
She here to show me more ways in 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 said
She wants me to be scared 'cause she feeds on fear
And shows me horrible things so I don't see so clear
My vision is so distorted and covered 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 that we could talk
If she don't get out of my head then I'm blowin' my shit off
She keeps callin' on me every night
She's scratchin' the walls to keep me afraid, everyday
She keeps tearin' at my sanity
Unbearin' how it's become so mundane
Becomin' insane, I won't be afraid
She didn't know that I was used to it, flashbacks trigger my brain
And shoot through it like fireworks, again and again
And if I'm goin' insane, then I'm takin' somebody with me
Out the window of the glass house you've been livin'
And then 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 feelin' my patience growin' thin in this relationship
And the greater you intergrate, all the hate into my mind state
There's only one way to retaliate, grab the thirty eight
And hold it to my temple, waitin' on the word
And now it all seems so simple, it's absurd
Maybe it'll stop when she sees me holding the gun
I was suicidal, this is what I'm gonna become
I'm hopin' you can learn from my past and what I've done
And on a long run maybe you gonna have to use a gun
She keeps callin' me (Always callin' me) again
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
She keeps callin' me (Always callin' me) again
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
What if music was wicked, would I sing of evil spells
And hidden incantations to open the gates of hell
Would if style were wicked, would I wear human skin
With magic conflicts in a cane that's made of skeleton
What if hell were heaven, in heaven we're in reverse
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 grip that I'm tryna 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 a rose was wicked, would it have teeth?
Would it bite all who smell it, leave new holes in their cheeks?
What if love was wicked, would it make me want to bite?
'Til I drew blood, stainin' my teeth like fist fight
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, only the streets help
She keeps callin' me (Always callin' me) again
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
She keeps callin' me (Always callin' me) again
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
She keeps callin' on me every night
She's scratchin' the walls to keep me afraid, everyday
She keeps tearin' at my sanity
Unbearin' how it's become so mundane
Becomin' insane, I won't be afraid
Written by: Jamie Spaniolo, Paul Metheric
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