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 angels and freaks

Listen in his voice when he
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm
But wicked is the weather continues to rain down 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 thinking of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, he's alive
Killer by design, he took the road home
But the road was closed, no way home I

On the hunt for the youth and the runaways
Killed his relatives and then murdered his first grades
Long gone, any when 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 what they say
I can't do right, I go the other way
They can't me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and killing season

It's been a wash since he was born
And so he at home alone
trying to weather the storm
Hoping that the clouds will taking the form
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 any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her with a knife

There's nothing left but he stays to spite
All the people that just wish he was by sunlight
But he ain't going 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 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 mind wander just for a and you can see

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

Confused she is this little gift of life corrupted inside
Trackted by guy she bites
Every in her path she feels wrong
But inside insinuation be more wrong

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

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

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

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 lost in my mind and it's killing season