Twiztid - k**ing Season lyrics

Divided he stands, inhuman to the core He lashes away at life 'cause he feels he deserves a little more Than the ordinary every day caged angels and freaks Listen in his voice when he speaks Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm cloud But wicked is the weather that continues to rain down upon him Light 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 night thinking of two ways to die But he can't get it right, he's still alive k**er by design, he took the long road home But the road was closed, no way home I suppose On the last hunt for the youth and the runaways k**ed his blood relatives and then murdered his first grades Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to beat And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of his mind No matter what they do to me, no matter what they say I can't do right, I always go the other way They can't reach me, I refuse to reason I am lost in my wicked mind and it's k**ing season It's been a wash ever since he was born And so he sits at home alone Just trying to weather the storm Hoping that the clouds will quit taking the form Of a demon or a devil or an angel free fall He's like the spawn of a million hated souls In a downward spiral so out of control He lost the battle of life and couldn't have any kids with his wife And so he f**ed her with a butcher knife There's nothing left but he stays alive to spite All the people that just wish he was down by sunlight But he ain't going nowhere until they're coming to get him So it's better to forget and just act like you never met him If the chance comes, walk on the other side of the street Because he just might be the last man you ever meet And if you let him he would do some of the evilest deeds And let your mind wander just for a second and you can see No matter what they do to me, no matter what they say I can't do right, I always go the other way They can't reach me, I refuse to reason I am lost in my wicked mind and it's k**ing season Confused she is given this little gift of life corrupted inside Trackted by every guy she bites Every force in her path she feels wrong But inside insinuation couldn't be more wrong She presses on through the world every day with more rage And the day is like a book and it's written across her face And the anger in her voice when she's letting the demons speak In a fit with herself after words of her being weak, losing control Tied to whatever little soul she retains Minusing all of the portions she gave away To this point everything in her life has been pointless She's well in tune with feeling of disappointments She k**ed her true self back in the day And have never been the same since that selfish rage Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to beat And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of her mind No matter what they do to me, no matter what they say I can't do right, I always go the other way They can't reach me, I refuse to reason I am lost in my wicked mind and it's k**ing season