Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

in his voice when he speaks
Hear it the anger in the roar of the thundering 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 dead of the thinking of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, still alive
Killer by design, he took the road home
But the was closed, no way home I suppose

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

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

been a wash ever since he was born
And so he sits at alone
Just trying to the storm
Hoping that the clouds will quit the form
Of a demon or a or an angel free fall

He's like the spawn of a hated souls
In a spiral so out of control
He lost the battle of life and couldn't have any kids with his
And so he fucked her with a knife

There's nothing left but he stays alive to
All the that just wish he was down by sunlight
But he ain't going until they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and just act you never met him

If the chance comes, walk on the other of the street
Because he just be the last man you ever meet
And if you let him he would do some of the evilest
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 always go the way
They can't reach me, I refuse to
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's season

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

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

Tied to whatever little she retains
Minusing all of the she gave away
To this everything in her life has been pointless
She's well in with feeling of disappointments

She killed her self back in the day
And have never been the same that selfish rage
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of her

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