Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

The first day of school was always the
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 would him with

sissy punk queen queer
Although he'd never had sex in his 15
And when harassed him, it was for a reason
And when they him, it became open season

For the fox and the hunter, the and the thunder
That pushed the boy under, then and plunder
It kind of you wonder
How one can another

But dehumanizing the victim makes simpler
It's like breathing with a
It eases the conscience of even the most
And violator

can reduce a person to an object
Something easy to hate
An inanimate entity, disposable
No to obliterate

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

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

The of the phobic fury
Executioner, a judge and
The mob mentality, was nowhere
forgotten at the bottom of a dumb
Old dare and a numb stare

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

picked up their bats with 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 and dominance

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

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

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

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

The pack didn't have to about being on a hit list
But the thing never thought about was that 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 always the
The first day of prison, the hallways the

Like a
The haunted
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen,
Words he used before had a new meaning in

As a group of men in front of him came
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 his own sexuality
But this group of men didn't hesitate in reality
an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the brutality and dominance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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