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    Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy / Lyrics

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    "Language Of Violence" Lyrics

    Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy

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    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
    This song was submitted on May 10th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Mark S. Pistel, Michael Franti.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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