Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his voice when he
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering 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 dead of the night thinking of two to die
But he get it right, he's still alive
Killer by design, he the long road home
But the road was closed, no way I suppose

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

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

It's been a wash ever since he was
And so he sits at home
Just trying to weather the
Hoping that the clouds will quit the form
Of a demon or a devil or an free fall

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

nothing left but he stays alive to spite
All the people that just wish he was down by
But he going nowhere until they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and 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 ever
And if you let him he would do some of the deeds
And let your mind wander just for a and you can see

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

Confused she is given this little of life corrupted inside
Trackted by every guy she
Every force in her path she feels
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 with herself words of her being weak, losing control

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

She killed her true back in the day
And have never been the same since that selfish
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 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 lost in my wicked and it's killing season