The first day of school was always the hardestnThe first day of school, the hallways the darkestnLike a gauntletnthe voices hauntednWalking in with his thin skin, lowered chinnHe knew the names that they would taunt him withnFaggot, sissy, punk, queen, queernAlthough he'd never had sex in his 15 yearsnAnd when they harassed him it was for a reasonnAnd when they provoked him it became open seasonnfor the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thundernthat pushed the boy under, then pillage and plundernIt kind of makes you wondernhow one can hurt anothernBut dehumanizing the victim makes things simplernIt's like breathing with a respiratornIt eases the conscience of even the most consciousnand calculating violatornWords can reduce a person to an object,nsomething more easy to hatenAn inanimate entity, completely disposable,nno problem to obliteratennBut death is the silencenin this language of violencenDeath is the silencenBut death is the silencenin this cycle of violencendeath is the silencenIt's tough to be young, the young long to be toughernWhen we pick on someone else it might make us feel roughernAbused by their fathers but was at home thoughnso to prove to each other that they were not homosnThe exclamation of the phobic furynexecutioner, judge and jurynThe mob mentality, individuality was nowherenDignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare and a numb cold starenOn the way home it was back to name callingnTen against one they had his back up against the wall andnthey reveled in their laughter as they surrounded himnBut it wasn't a game when they up jumped and grounded himnThey picked up their bats with their muscles strainingnand they decided they were gonna beat this fella's brain innwith an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violencenInflict the strictest brutality and dominancenThey didn't hear him screaming, they didn't hear him pleadingnThey ran like cowards and left the boy bleedingnin a pool of red 'til all tears were shednand his eyes quietly slid into the back of his headndead...nn[But death is the silencenin this language of violencenDeath is the silencenBut death is the silencenin this cycle of violencendeath is the silencennYou won't see the face 'til the eyelids dropnYou won't hear the screaming until it stopsnnThe boy's parents were gone and his grandmother had raised himnShe was mad she had no form of retaliationnThe pack didn't have to worry about being on a hitlistnBut the thing they never thought about was that there was a witnessnto this senseless crime, right place wrong timenTried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard timennThe first day of prison was always the hardestnThe first day of prison, the hallways the darkestnLike a gauntletnthe voices hauntednFaggot, sissy, punk, queen, queernWords he used before had a new meaning in herenAs a group of men in front of him, laughing, came nearnfor the first time in his life the young bully felt fearnHe'd never been on this side of the name callingnFive against one they had his back up against the wall andnhe had never questioned his own sexualitynbut this group of men didn't hesitate in their realitynwith an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violencenInflict the strictest brutality and dominancenThey didn't hear him screamingnThey didn't hear him pleadingnThey took what they wanted and then just left him bleeding in the cornernThe giant reduced to Jack HornernBut dehumanizing the victim makes things simplernIt's like breathing with a respiratornIt eases the conscience of even the most consciousnand calculating violatornThe power of words, don't take it for grantednwhen you hear a man rantingnDon't just read the lips, be more sublime than thisnPut everything in context, is this a tale of rough justicenin a land where there's no justice at all ?nWho is really the victim? Or are we all the cause, and victim of itnall?nnBut death is the silencenin this language of violencenDeath is the silencenBut death is the silencenin this cycle of violencendeath is the silencennYou won't see the face 'til the eyelids dropnYou won't hear the screaming until it stopsnYou won't see the face 'til the eyelids dropnYou won't hear the screaming until it stops