Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

The first day of school was the hardest
The first day of school, the hallways the

Like a
The voices
Walking in with his thin skin lowered
He knew the names that they taunt him with

Fagot punk queen queer
Although never had sex in his 15 years
And they harassed him, it was for a reason
And they provoked him, it became open season

For the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the
pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder
It of makes you wonder
How one can hurt

But dehumanizing the victim makes things
It's like breathing a respirator
It the conscience of even the most conscious
And calculating

Words can reduce a to an object
more easy to hate
An inanimate entity, completely
No to obliterate

But death is the
In this language of
Death is the
But is the silence
In this cycle of
Death is the

It's tough to be young, the long to be tougher
When we pick on someone else it make us feel rougher
Abused by their fathers but was at home
So to prove to each other they were not homos

The of the phobic fury
Executioner, a judge and
The mob mentality, individuality was
Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a
Old dare and a cold stare

On the way home it was to name calling
Ten one they had his back up against the wall and
They reveled in their laughter as they him
But it wasn't a when they up jumped and grounded him

They picked up their bats their muscles straining
And they decided they gonna beat this fella's brain in
an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and

didn't hear him screaming, they didn't hear him pleading
They ran like and left the boy bleeding
In a pool of red 'til all were shed
And his eyes slid into the back of his head

But death is the
In this language of
is the silence
But is the silence
In this of violence
Death is the

But is the silence
In this of violence
is the silence
But death is the
In cycle of violence
is the silence

You won't see the face 'til the eyelids
You won't the screaming until it stops
The boy's parents gone and his grandmother had raised him
She was mad, she had no form of

The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hit
But the thing they never thought about was there was a witness
To this senseless crime, place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do time

The first day of prison was the hardest
The first day of prison, the the darkest

a gauntlet
The haunted
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen,
he used before had a new meaning in here

As a group of men in of him came near
For the first time in his life the young bully fear
He'd been on this side of the name calling
Five against one had his back up against the wall and

He had never questioned his own
But group of men didn't hesitate in their reality
an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the brutality and dominance

They didn't him screaming
They didn't him pleading
took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner
The giant reduced to Jack

But dehumanizing the makes things simpler
It's like with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most
And calculating

The power of words, take it for granted
When you a man ranting
Don't just read the lips, be more than this
Put everything in

Is this a of rough justice
In a land where no justice at all?
Who is the victim
Or are we all the cause and victim of it

But death is the
In language of violence
Death is the
But is the silence
In this cycle of
Death is the

But death is the
In language of violence
is the silence
But death is the
In this of violence
Death is the

You won't see the face the eyelids drop
You won't hear the until it stops