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
Killer 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

Killed 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 killing 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 $#&@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 killing 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 killed 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 killing season