Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Season

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

Listen in his when 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 dead of the thinking of two ways to die
But he get it right, he's still alive
Killer by design, he the long road home
But the road was closed, no way I suppose

On the last for the youth and the runaways
Killed his relatives and then murdered his first grades
Long gone, any moments when the 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 what say
I do right, I always go the other way
They reach me, I refuse to reason
I am in my wicked mind and it's killing season

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

like the spawn 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 knife

There's left but he stays alive to spite
All the people that just he was down by sunlight
But he going nowhere until they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and just act you never met him

If the chance comes, walk on the other side of the
Because he just might be the last man you 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 they do to me, no 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 mind and it's killing

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

She presses on through the world every day with 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 after of her being weak, losing control

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

She her true self back 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 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 and it's killing season