Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

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

On the last hunt for the youth and the
his blood relatives and then murdered his first grades
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of 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 a wash ever since he was born
And so he at home alone
trying to weather the storm
Hoping that the 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 couldn't have any with his wife
And so he fucked her with a knife

There's left but he stays alive to spite
All the people that just wish he was by sunlight
But he ain't going nowhere they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and just act like you 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 deeds
And let your mind wander for a second and you can see

No what 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

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

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

to whatever little soul she retains
Minusing all of the portions she away
To this point in her life has been pointless
well in tune with feeling of disappointments

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

No matter they 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 wicked mind and it's killing