Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

in his voice when 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 on him in a bad way and all that that hate is doing to me

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

On the last hunt for the youth and the
Killed his relatives and then murdered his first grades
Long gone, any moments when the is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the of vacancy of his 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 lost in my mind and it's killing season

It's been a wash ever he was born
And so he at home alone
Just trying to the storm
Hoping 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 spiral so out of control
He lost the battle of life and have any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her a butcher knife

There's nothing left but he alive to spite
All the people just wish he was down by sunlight
But he going nowhere until they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and just act like you met him

If the comes, walk on the other side 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 wander just for a 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 can't reach me, I refuse to
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's season

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

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

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

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

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