Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

in his voice when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain upon him
watered on him in a bad way and all that 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
by design, he took the long road home
But the was closed, no way home I suppose

On the hunt for the youth and the runaways
Killed his blood relatives and then murdered his first
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 what they say
I can't do right, I always go the way
They can't reach me, I refuse to
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season

It's been a wash ever he was born
And so he sits at home
Just to weather the storm
Hoping the clouds will quit taking the form
Of a demon or a devil or an angel free

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

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

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

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

Confused she is this little gift of life corrupted inside
Trackted by every guy she
force in her path she feels wrong
But inside insinuation be more wrong

She presses on through the world every day 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 with herself after words of her being weak, losing

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

She killed her true self in the day
And have never been the same since that rage
Long gone, any when the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the of vacancy of her 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 me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing