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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 
Faggot  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 
[CHORUS:] 
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... 
[CHORUS] 
[2x] 
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 hitlist 
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 
Faggot, 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 ? 
[CHORUS] 
[2x] 
You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop 
You won't hear the screaming until it stops

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