Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his when he speaks
it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain down 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 night thinking of two to die
But he get it right, he's still alive
Killer by design, he took the long home
But the was closed, no way home I suppose

On the hunt for the youth and the runaways
his blood relatives and then murdered his first grades
Long gone, any moments when the heart is to beat
And no one home behind 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 can't reach me, I to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and killing season

It's been a wash ever he was born
And so he at home alone
Just trying to weather the
Hoping that the will quit taking the form
Of a demon or a devil or an angel free

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

There's left but he stays alive to spite
All the people that wish he was down by sunlight
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 of the street
Because he might be the last man you ever meet
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 can't do right, I 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 given this little 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 every day with rage
And the day is like a book and written across her face
And the anger in her when she's letting the demons speak
In a fit with after words of her being weak, losing control

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

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

No matter they do to me, no matter 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 mind and it's season