"Language of Violence" by Disposable Heroes of Hipopricy

The first day of school is always the hardest
The first day of school is always 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 
Faggot. Sissy. Punk. Queen. Queer.
Although he'd never had sex in his 15 years
When they harassed him it was for a reason
And when they provoked him it was open season
For the fox and the hunter
The sparks and the thunder
That pushed the boy under
Then pilage and plunder
Kind of makes you wonder
How one can hurt another.

But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
Like breathing with a respirator
It eases the concience of even the most concious
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 silencer
Is this cycle of violence
Death is the silencer 
But death is the silencer
In the language of violence.

We want to be longer
We long to feel tougher
When we pick on someone else
It might make us feel rogher
Abused by their fathers. But that was at home
So to prove to each other that they were not homos
The ensumation of the phobic fury
Executioner, Judge and jury
The mob mentality
Individuality
Was nowhere
Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare
And an uncold stare
On the way home, it was back to name calling
Ten against One, they had his back up against the wall and
They revelled in the laughter as they surrounded
But it wasn't a game when they all jumped and grabbed him
And they picked up their bats with their muscles straining
Then they decided they were gonna beat this fellow's brain in
With an awlful powerful.
An hourful 
Of violence
Brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming
They didn't hear him pleading
They took what they wanted. Then just left him bleeding
In a pool of red
'Til all tears were shed
And his eyes flopped, receding to the back of his head
Dead

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

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

The boys parent's 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 hitlist
But the thing they never thought about
Was that there was a witness
To sentence this crime
Right Place. Wrong Time
Tried at the matter
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
Faggot.  Sissy.  Punk.  Queen.  Queer.
Words he used before had a new meaning in here 
As a group of men in front of him laughed and came near
And 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 their reality
With an awlful powerful
An hour full of violence
Brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming.
They didn't hear him pleading.
They took what they wanted and then
Just left him bleeding in the corner
Like the giant reduced to Jack Horner

But death is the silencer
in this cycle of violence
Death is the silencer
But death is the silencer
In this language of violence
Death is the silencer

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

The power or words.
Don't take it for granted.
When you hear a man ranting, 
Don't just read his 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?