Bella Morte
Twiztid Lyrics

I feel a touch like a cold breeze tickle my neck
I sense a chilling sensation that gives me goosebumps.

She gonna show me more ways in the dark I would expect her to know by now
She will demonstrate to me more ways to frighten in the darkness than I would have anticipated her to be familiar with.

I won't bend or be afraid of anything she shows me or anything she say
I will remain resolute and fearless, regardless of what she reveals or says.

She wants me to be scared cause she feeds on fear
She desires me to panic because she derives sustenance from fear.

She shows me horrible things so I don't see so clear
She reveals to me gruesome sights and distorts my perception of reality.

My visions so distorted and covered with new eyes
My visions are severely warped, and I see things through a different lens.

Showing me people covered in blood ready to die
She exhibits to me individuals drenched in blood, waiting to succumb to their fate.

I'm afraid of my unselfitable
I fear my uncontrollable and irrational thoughts.

Help me none to get a gun and put it to my dome
No one can assist me in getting a gun and placing it against my head.

I know that your alone I figured that we to talk
I comprehend that you are alone and that we need to converse.

But she keeps getting under my head and I'm throwing the shit off
However, she keeps infiltrating my thoughts, but I am trying to rid myself of her influence.

She keeps calling on me every night she's
She continually summons me every night.

Scratching the walls to keep me afraid. Everyday.
She claws at the walls to intimidate me with persistent terror.

She Keeps staring at my sanity unbarring
She continually scrutinizes my sanity, which is becoming more unstable.

How it's become so mundane. Becoming insane.
The routine of my life has become dull, making me feel insane.

I won't be afraid.
I refuse to succumb to fear.

How did she know that I was used to it.
How did she perceive that I have become accustomed to her terrorizing me.

Last match straight to my brain.
A metaphorical phrase indicating that that was the last straw.

Shoot through it like it was fireworks again and again.
Continuously shooting through the mental torment like firework explosions.

And if I'm going insane then I'm taken somebody with me.
If I am losing my sanity, I will take someone down with me.

Out the window of the glass house you've been living.
Withdrawing from the restrictive and watchful life you've lived.

And if I'm just another page you can turn it and get away.
If I am just something disposable to you, then you can merely walk away from me.

From the please do me a favour, and turn it before the day comes.
I implore you to do me a favour, and turn away from me before it's too late.

And hopefully, it's sooner than later because, I'm feeling my patience growing thin in this relationship.
I hope it happens sooner than later because I am growing impatient in this tumultuous relationship.

And the greater you in the grave, all the haters in my mind.
If you pass away, it will free me from my inner demons and my detractors.

Finding so many ways to retaliate grab the thirty-eight.
Coming up with countless methods to get back at those who have wronged me, so I'm holding a .38 gun.

Holding it to my temple just waitin' on the word.
Pointing it at my head, just waiting for a sign.

You know It all seems so simple it's absurd.
It appears to be so straightforward; it's ridiculous.

Maybe she would stop if she sees me holding' the gun.
Possibly she would cease if she saw me holding this weapon.

I was suicidal, this is what I'm gonna become. I'm hoping you can learn from my past and what I've done.
I was seeking to take my life, and this is what I will transform into. I hope you can glean lessons from my experiences and mistakes.

And If I'm all wrong, baby, then take me to the gun.
If I'm incorrect in my actions, then lead me back to the gun.

Look at it's Wicked, calling people spells,
Taking a wicked view, casting spells to manipulate others.

And hit it into cognition to open the gates of hell.
Introducing perceptions that allow hell to open.

Would I style like it's wicked, would I wear human skin,
Would I have a similar taste to wickedness and wear individuals' skin as clothing.

With magic contacts and a cane that's made of a skeleton.
Accessorizing with enchanted contact lenses and a walking stick created from bones.

What if hell were heaven and heaven were in reverse.
What if heaven and hell switched places.

Would it really change the balance here on earth,
Would it change the world's equilibrium.

Care to think about it.
Do you dare ponder it?

I don't got to many problems of my own,
I do not have many personal issues that I face.

Instead, I'm constantly slipping from trying to keep ahold on.
However, I am continuously losing my grip on my reality.

I just wanna be left alone, so everybody please just go away.
I desire isolation, so kindly vacate my proximity.

Inside of my mind is where she calls home.
She resides in my psyche.

And I just can't take another word she says.
I cannot endure another word spoken by her.

What if a rose was wicked, would it have teeth, would it bite folks,
Imagine if a rose were malevolent, would it develop sharp teeth and cause harm?

Tearing them new holes in they cheeks.
Ripping new holes in their cheeks if it did bite them.

What if my blood was wicked, would it make me wanna bite, till I drew blood stains in my jeans, like that's life.
If even my blood turned wicked, would it make me attack until blood stained my clothing, as if it was a natural part of living?

What if a rose was wicked, would I pay for blood.
Would I exchange money for human blood if a rose was evil?

Would I explode with guns, would I mount human hands to the wall with love,
Would I become volatile with firearms, or would I decorate the wall with human hands as a sign of affection?

Probably all of the above, and then some.
Most likely, all of the previously mentioned and more.

Spread a little towel over the victim.
Place a small piece of cloth over the victim, diverting the trope of putting down a towel to keep the floor clean.

She is calling me a fool, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid.
She continues referring to me as a fool, which terrifies me.

She is calling me, fuck you, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid.
She is telling me to go away, which is intimidating me more.

She keeps calling on me every night she's.
She keeps beckoning me night after night.

Scratching the walls to keep me afraid. Everyday.
Causing me to fear her by scratching the walls incessantly.

She Keeps staring at my sanity unbarring,
She constantly gazes at my sanity, never allowing me to regain my stability.

How it's become so mundane. Becoming insane.
The monotony of my life has made me unhinged.

I won't be afraid.
Despite everything, I shall not be afraid.