Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

Divided he stands, to the core
He lashes away at life 'cause he feels he deserves a little
Than the ordinary every day angels 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 that hate is to me

And now he in the dead of the night thinking of two ways to die
But he get it right, he's still alive
by design, he took the long road home
But the road was closed, no way I suppose

On the hunt for the youth and the runaways
Killed his blood relatives and then his first grades
Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to
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 me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my mind and it's killing season

It's been a wash ever he was born
And so he sits at home
Just trying to the storm
Hoping that the clouds will quit the form
Of a demon or a devil or an angel fall

He's like the of a million hated souls
In a spiral 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

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

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

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

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

She on through the world every day with more 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 with herself after of her being weak, losing control

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

She killed her self back in the day
And have never been the same since selfish rage
gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the 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
can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season