Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

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

And now he sits in the dead of the night thinking of two to die
But he get it right, he's still alive
by design, he took 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 first
Long gone, any when 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 always go the way
They can't me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my mind and it's killing season

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

He's like the of a million hated souls
In a downward spiral so out of
He the battle of life and couldn't have any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her with a butcher

There's nothing but he stays alive to spite
All the people just wish he was down by sunlight
But he ain't going nowhere until they're 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 be the last man you ever meet
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 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 to reason
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season

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

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

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

She her true self back in the day
And have never been the same since that selfish
Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to
And there's no one behind the walls 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
They can't me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked and it's killing season