Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

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

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

Fagot punk queen queer
Although he'd never had sex in his 15
And when they 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 the boy under, then pillage and plunder
It of makes you wonder
How one can another

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

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

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

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

The exclamation of the fury
Executioner, a judge and
The mob mentality, individuality was
Dignity forgotten at the of a dumb
Old dare and a numb cold

On the way it was back 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 up jumped and grounded him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As a group of men in front of him came
For the first time in his life the bully felt fear
He'd never been on this of the name calling
against one they had his back up against the wall and

He had questioned his own sexuality
But this group of men didn't hesitate in reality
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and

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

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

The power of words, don't take it for
When you hear a man
Don't just read the lips, be sublime than 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 victim of it

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

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

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