Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his voice he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm
But is the weather that continues to rain down upon him
Light 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 can't get it right, he's still
Killer by design, he 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 his first grades
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of his

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

It's a wash ever since he was born
And so he sits at alone
trying to weather the storm
Hoping that the clouds will quit taking the
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 but he stays alive to spite
All the that just wish he was down by sunlight
But he ain't going nowhere until coming to get him
So it's 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 wander just 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
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 gift of life inside
Trackted by every guy she
Every force in her path she wrong
But insinuation couldn't be more wrong

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

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

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

No matter what 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 mind and it's killing season