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 angels and freaks

Listen in his when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering cloud
But wicked is the weather that 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 get it right, he's still alive
Killer by design, he the long road home
But the road was closed, no way home I

On the last hunt for the and the runaways
Killed his blood relatives and then murdered his grades
Long gone, any moments when the heart is to beat
And no one home behind the walls of vacancy of his mind

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

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

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

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

If the chance comes, walk on the other of the street
Because he just might be the last man you meet
And if you let him he do some of the evilest deeds
And let your mind wander 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
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing

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

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

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

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

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