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 caged angels and

Listen in his voice he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain upon him
Light 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, still alive
by design, he took the long road home
But the was closed, no way home I suppose

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

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 mind and it's season

It's been a wash ever he was born
And so he at home alone
Just to weather the storm
Hoping that the clouds will quit taking the
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 lost the battle of and couldn't have any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her with a knife

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

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

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

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

Tied to little soul she retains
Minusing all of the portions she gave
To this point everything in her has been pointless
well in tune with feeling of disappointments

She killed her true self in the day
And have been the same since that selfish rage
Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to
And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of her

No matter what 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 lost in my wicked and it's killing season