Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his voice when he
it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain down him
Light watered on him in a bad way and all that hate is doing 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 alive
Killer by design, he the long road home
But the road was closed, no way home I

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

No matter 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 to reason
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season

been a wash ever since he was born
And so he at home alone
trying to weather the storm
Hoping that the clouds will quit taking the
Of a demon or a devil or an angel fall

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

There's left but he stays alive to spite
All the people 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 side of the
Because he might be the last man you ever meet
And if you let him he would do some of the evilest
And let mind wander just for a second and you can see

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

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

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

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

She killed her true back in the day
And have been the same since 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 matter what do to me, no matter what they say
I can't do right, I always go the way
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my mind and it's killing season