Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain 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 took the long road
But the was closed, no way home I suppose

On the last hunt for the 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 matter 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 mind and it's killing

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

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

There's nothing left but he stays alive to
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 to forget 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 meet
And if you let him he would do 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 can't do right, I go the other way
They 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 corrupted inside
Trackted by every guy she
Every force in her path she feels
But inside insinuation couldn't be more

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

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

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

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 wicked mind and it's season