Текст песни The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Language of Violence
The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Language of Violence слова песни
The first day of school was always the hardestThe first day of school, the hallways the darkestLike a gauntletthe voices hauntedWalking in with his thin skin, lowered chinHe knew the names that they would taunt him withFaggot, sissy, punk, queen, queerAlthough he`d never had sex in his 15 yearsAnd when they harassed him it was for a reasonAnd when they provoked him it became open seasonfor the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunderthat pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunderIt kind of makes you wonderhow one can hurt anotherBut dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler It`s like breathing with a respiratorIt eases the conscience of even the most conscious and calculating violatorWords can reduce a person to an object, something more easy to hateAn inanimate entity, completely disposable, no problem to obliterate[CHORUS:]But death is the silencein this language of violenceDeath is the silenceBut death is the silencein this cycle of violencedeath is the silenceIt`s tough to be young, the young long to be tougherWhen we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougherAbused by their fathers but was at home thoughso to prove to each other that they were not homosThe exclamation of the phobic furyexecutioner, a judge and juryThe mob mentality, individuality was nowhereDignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare and a numb cold stareOn the way home it was back to name callingTen against one they had his back up against the wall andthey reveled in their laughter as they surrounded himBut it wasn`t a game when they up jumped and grounded himThey picked up their bats with their muscles strainingand they decided they were gonna beat this fella`s brain inwith an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violenceInflict the strictest brutality and dominanceThey didn`t hear him screaming, they didn`t hear him pleadingThey ran like cowards and left the boy bleedingin a pool of red `til all tears were shedand his eyes quietly slid into the back of his headdead...[CHORUS][2x]You won`t see the face `til the eyelids dropYou won`t hear the screaming until it stopsThe boy`s parents were gone and his grandmother had raised himShe was mad she had no form of retaliationThe pack didn`t have to worry about being on a hitlistBut the thing they never thought about was that there was a witnessto this senseless crime, right place wrong timeTried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard timeThe first day of prison was always the hardestThe first day of prison, the hallways the darkestLike a gauntletthe voices hauntedFaggot, sissy, punk, queen, queerWords he used before had a new meaning in hereAs a group of men in front of him came nearfor the first time in his life the young bully felt fearHe`d never been on this side of the name callingFive against one they had his back up against the wall andhe had never questioned his own sexualitybut this group of men didn`t hesitate in their realitywith an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violenceInflict the strictest brutality and dominanceThey didn`t hear him screamingThey didn`t hear him pleadingThey took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the cornerThe giant reduced to jack hornerBut dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler It`s like breathing with a respiratorIt eases the conscience of even the most conscious and calculating violatorThe power of words, don`t take it for grantedwhen you hear a man rantingDon`t just read the lips, be more sublime than thisPut everything in context, is this a tale of rough justicein 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 ?[CHORUS][2x]You won`t see the face `til the eyelids dropYou won`t hear the screaming until it stops