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 voice he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather continues to rain down upon him
watered on him in a bad way and all that that hate is doing to me

And now he sits in the of the night thinking of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, he's alive
Killer by design, he the long road home
But the road was closed, no way home I

On the last for the youth and the runaways
Killed his blood relatives and then murdered his 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 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 mind and it's killing

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

like the spawn of a million hated souls
In a spiral so out of control
He lost the battle of life and couldn't have any with his wife
And so he her with a butcher knife

nothing left but he stays alive to spite
All the people that just wish he was by sunlight
But he ain't 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 side of the street
he just might be the last man you ever meet
And if you let him he would do of the evilest deeds
And let your mind wander just for a and you can see

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 it's killing

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

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

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

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