Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his voice he speaks
Hear it like the in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to 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 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 home I

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

No matter they do to me, no matter what they say
I do right, I always go the other way
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing

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

He's like the of a million 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 a butcher knife

There's nothing 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 to forget and just act like you never met him

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

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

Confused she is given 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 day with more rage
And the day is like a book and written across her face
And the anger in her voice she's letting the demons speak
In a fit with after words of her being weak, losing control

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

She killed her self back 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 walls of vacancy of her

No matter they do to me, no matter what they say
I do right, I always go the other way
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my mind and it's killing season