Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

Divided he stands, inhuman to the
He lashes away at life he feels he deserves a little more
Than the ordinary every day caged and freaks

Listen in his voice he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that to rain down upon him
Light watered on him in a bad way and all that that hate is to me

And now he sits in the of the night thinking of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, he's still
by design, he took the long road home
But the road was closed, no way home I

On the last hunt for the and the runaways
Killed his blood relatives and then his first grades
Long gone, any moments when the is suppose to beat
And there's no one home the walls of vacancy of his mind

No what they do to me, no matter what they say
I do right, I always go the other way
can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season

It's been a wash since he was born
And so he sits at alone
Just trying to weather the
that the clouds will quit taking the form
Of a or a devil or an angel free fall

He's the spawn of a million hated souls
In a downward so out of control
He lost the of life and couldn't have any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her with a butcher

There's nothing left but he alive to spite
All the people that wish he was down by sunlight
But he going nowhere until they're coming to get him
So it's better to and just act like you never met him

If the chance comes, walk on the other of the street
Because he just might be the last man you ever
And if you let him he would do some of the deeds
And let your mind just for a second and you can see

No what they do to me, no matter what they say
I can't do right, I go the other way
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's season

Confused she is given this little gift of life inside
by every guy she bites
Every force in her she feels wrong
But inside insinuation couldn't be more

She presses on through the every day with more rage
And the day is like a book and it's written her face
And the anger in her voice she's letting the demons speak
In a fit herself after words of her being weak, losing control

Tied to whatever little soul she
Minusing all of the portions she away
To point everything in her life has been pointless
She's well in tune with of disappointments

She killed her self back in the day
And have never been the same since selfish rage
Long gone, any when the heart is suppose to beat
And no one home behind the walls of vacancy of her mind

No matter what they do to me, no matter they say
I do right, I always go the other way
They can't reach me, I refuse to
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season