Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the storm cloud
But wicked is the weather continues to rain 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 thinking of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, still alive
Killer by design, he took the long road
But the was closed, no way home I suppose

On the last hunt for the youth and the
Killed his blood relatives and then murdered his grades
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one 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 mind and it's killing season

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

He's the spawn of a million hated souls
In a spiral 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 stays to spite
All the that just wish he was down by sunlight
But he ain't nowhere until they're coming to get him
So better to forget and just act like you never 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 would do some of the deeds
And let mind wander just for a second and you can see

No matter what 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 gift of life corrupted inside
by every guy she bites
Every force in her she feels wrong
But inside insinuation be more wrong

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

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

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

No what 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