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The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
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Language of Violence
作詞:Michael Franti, Mark S. Pistel
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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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
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