Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

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

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

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

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

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

can reduce a person to an object
Something more to hate
An entity, completely disposable
No to obliterate

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

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

The exclamation of the phobic
Executioner, a and jury
The mob mentality, individuality was
forgotten at the bottom of a dumb
Old dare and a numb stare

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

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

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

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 'til the eyelids drop
You hear the screaming until it stops
The boy's parents were 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 never about was that there was a witness
To this senseless crime, place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was do hard time

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

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

As a of men in front of him came near
For the first time in his life the young felt fear
He'd never been on this of the name calling
Five against one they had his 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 full of violence
Inflict the strictest and dominance

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

But dehumanizing the victim things simpler
It's breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the conscious
And calculating

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

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

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

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