Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

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

a gauntlet
The haunted
Walking in with his thin skin lowered
He the names that they would taunt him with

Fagot punk queen queer
he'd never had sex in his 15 years
And when they him, it was for a reason
And when they provoked him, it became open

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

But dehumanizing the victim makes things
like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most
And violator

Words can a person to an object
more easy to hate
An inanimate entity, disposable
No to obliterate

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

It's tough to be young, the young to be tougher
we pick 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 exclamation of the phobic
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 it was back to name calling
Ten against one had his back up against the wall and
They reveled in their as they surrounded him
But it wasn't a game when up jumped and grounded him

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

They didn't hear him screaming, they didn't 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 death is the
In language of violence
is the silence
But death is the
In this of violence
Death is the

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

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

The didn't have to worry about being on a hit list
But the thing they thought about was that there was a witness
To senseless crime, right place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do time

The first day of was always the hardest
The first day of prison, the hallways the

Like a
The voices
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen,
Words he used had a new meaning in here

As a group of men in front of him near
For the first time in his life the young bully fear
He'd never 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 of men didn't hesitate in their reality
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour of violence
the strictest brutality and dominance

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

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

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

Is this a tale of rough
In a land where there's no at all?
Who is really the
Or are we all the and victim of it all?

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

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

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