Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his voice when he
Hear it like the in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to down upon him
Light watered on him in a bad way and all that that hate is to me

And now he sits in the dead of the night thinking of two to die
But he can't get it right, still alive
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 murdered his grades
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the of vacancy of his mind

No matter what do to me, no matter 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 and it's killing season

been a wash ever since he was born
And so he at home alone
Just trying to weather the
Hoping that the clouds will taking the form
Of a demon or a or an angel free fall

He's like the spawn of a hated souls
In a spiral so out of control
He lost the battle of life and have any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her with a knife

nothing left but he stays alive to spite
All the that just wish he was down by sunlight
But he going nowhere until they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and just act like you met him

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

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 wicked and it's killing season

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

She presses on the world every 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 letting the speak
In a fit with herself after words of her being weak, losing

Tied to whatever little she retains
Minusing all of the portions she gave
To this everything 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 that selfish rage
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home the walls of vacancy of her mind

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