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 fucked 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