Language Of Violence Lyrics - Singles - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy

The first day of school was always the hardest 

The first day of school, the hallways the darkest 

Like a gauntlet 

The voices haunted 

Walking in with his thin skin lowered chin 

He knew the names that they would taunt him with 

Fagot sissy punk queen queer 

Although he'd never had sex in his 15 years 

And when they harassed him, it was for a reason 

And when they provoked him, it became open season 

For the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunder 

That pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder 

It kind of makes you wonder 

How one can hurt another 

But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler 

It's like breathing with a respirator 

It eases the conscience of even the most conscious 

And calculating violator 

Words can reduce a person to an object 

Something more easy to hate 

An inanimate entity, completely disposable 

No problem to obliterate 

But death is the silence 

In this language of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this cycle of violence 

Death is the silence 

It's tough to be young, the young long to be tougher 

When we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougher 

Abused by their fathers but was at home though 

So to prove to each other that they were not homos 

The exclamation of the phobic fury 

Executioner, a judge and jury 

The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere 

Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb 

Old dare and a numb cold stare 

On the way home it was back to name calling 

Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and 

They reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him 

But it wasn't a game when they up jumped and grounded him 

They picked up their bats with their muscles straining 

And they decided they were gonna beat this fella's brain in 

With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence 

Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance 

They didn't hear him screaming, they didn't hear him pleading 

They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding 

In a pool of red 'til all tears were shed 

And his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head 

Dead 

But death is the silence 

In this language of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this cycle of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this language of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this cycle of violence 

Death is the silence 

You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop 

You won't hear the screaming until it stops 

The boy's parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him 

She was mad, she had no form of retaliation 

The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hit list 

But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness 

To this senseless crime, right place wrong time 

Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time 

The first day of prison was always the hardest 

The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest 

Like a gauntlet 

The voices haunted 

Fagot, sissy, punk, queen, queer 

Words he used before had a new meaning in here 

As a group of men in front of him came near 

For the first time in his life the young bully felt fear 

He'd never been on this side of the name calling 

Five against one they had his back up against the wall and 

He had never questioned his own sexuality 

But this group of men didn't hesitate in their reality 

With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence 

Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance 

They didn't hear him screaming 

They didn't hear him pleading 

They took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner 

The giant reduced to Jack Horner 

But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler 

It's like breathing with a respirator 

It eases the conscience of even the most conscious 

And calculating violator 

The power of words, don't take it for granted 

When you hear a man ranting 

Don't just read the lips, be more sublime than this 

Put everything in context 

Is this a tale of rough justice 

In a land where there's no justice at all? 

Who is really the victim 

Or are we all the cause and victim of it all? 

But death is the silence 

In this language of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this cycle of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this language of violence 

Death is the silence 

But death is the silence 

In this cycle of violence 

Death is the silence 

You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop 

You won't hear the screaming until it stops