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 day caged angels and freaks

Listen in his voice when he
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to down 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 of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, he's alive
Killer by design, he took the long road
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 grades
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
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 go the other way
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing

It's a wash ever since he was born
And so he at home alone
Just trying to the storm
that the clouds will quit taking the form
Of a or a devil or an angel free fall

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

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

If the chance comes, walk on the other of the street
he just might be the last man you ever meet
And if you let him he would do some of the 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 do right, I always go the other way
can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season

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

She presses on through the world day with more rage
And the day is a book and it's 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 soul she
Minusing all of the she gave away
To this point everything in her has been pointless
well in tune with feeling of disappointments

She her true self back in the day
And have never been the since that selfish rage
Long gone, any moments when the heart is to beat
And no one home behind the walls of vacancy of her mind

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