Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

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

On the last hunt for the youth and the
Killed his blood relatives and murdered his first grades
Long gone, any moments the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of of his mind

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

It's a wash ever since he was born
And so he sits at home
Just to weather the storm
that the clouds will quit taking the form
Of a demon or a or an angel free fall

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

There's nothing left but he stays alive to
All the people just wish he was down by sunlight
But he ain't going nowhere until coming to get him
So it's better to 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 ever
And if you let him he do some of the evilest deeds
And let your wander just for a second and you can see

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

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

She presses on through the 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 herself after words of her being weak, losing control

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

She killed her self back in the day
And never been the same since that selfish rage
Long gone, any when 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 what they say
I can't do right, I always go the way
They can't reach me, I to reason
I am lost in my wicked and it's killing season