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 anger in the roar of the thundering cloud
But wicked is the weather continues to rain down upon him
Light watered on him in a bad way and all that that 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, still alive
by design, he took 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 murdered his grades
Long gone, any moments when the heart is to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of 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 in my wicked mind and it's killing season

It's been a wash ever since he was
And so he at home alone
trying to weather the storm
Hoping the clouds will quit taking the form
Of a demon or a devil or an angel fall

He's like the of a million hated souls
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 alive to spite
All the people that just wish he was by sunlight
But he ain't going nowhere until they're to get him
So it's better to forget and act like you never met him

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

No matter what they do to me, no what they say
I do right, I always go the other way
They can't reach me, I refuse to
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's 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 world day with more rage
And the day is like a book and it's written her face
And the anger in her voice when she's the demons speak
In a fit with herself after of her being weak, losing control

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

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

No matter they 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 wicked mind and killing season