The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Language Of Violence
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Paroles
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
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…
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?
You won’t see the face 'til the eyelids drop
You won’t hear the screaming until it stop
Traduction des paroles
Ils ont couru comme des lâches et ont laissé le garçon saigner
dans un bassin de rouge jusqu'à ce que toutes les larmes ont été versées
et ses yeux glissèrent tranquillement à l'arrière de sa tête
mort…
Vous ne verrez pas le visage jusqu'à ce que les paupières tombent
Tu n'entendras pas les cris tant qu'il ne s'arrêtera pas
Les parents du garçon étaient partis et sa grand mère l'avait élevé
Elle était folle, elle n'avait aucune forme de représailles
Le pack n'avait pas à se soucier d'être sur une liste de diffusion
Mais la chose à laquelle ils n'ont jamais pensé qu'il y avait un témoin
pour ce crime insensé, bon endroit, mauvais moment
Jugé comme un adulte l'un d'eux allait faire dur moment
Le premier jour de prison a toujours été le plus difficile
Le premier jour de prison, les couloirs les plus sombres
Comme un gant
les voix hantées
Tapettes, sissy, punk, reine, homo
Les mots qu'il utilisait auparavant avaient un nouveau sens ici
Alors qu'un groupe d'hommes devant lui s'approchait
pour la première fois de sa vie, le jeune intimidateur senti la peur
Il ne l'avait jamais été de ce côté du nom de l'appelant
Cinq contre un, ils avaient son dos contre le mur et
il n'avait jamais remis en question sa propre sexualité
mais ce groupe d'hommes n'a pas hésité à leur réalité
avec un terrible, puissant, douche, une heure pleine de violence
Infliger la brutalité la plus stricte et la domination
Ils ne l'ont pas entendu crier
Ils ne l'ont pas entendu plaider
Ils ont pris ce qu'ils voulaient et l'ont laissé saigner dans le coin
Le géant réduit à jack horner
Mais déshumaniser la victime rend les choses plus simples
C'est comme respirer avec un respirateur
Il facilite la conscience même des plus conscients
et calculateur violateur
Le pouvoir des mots, ne le prenez pas pour acquis
quand vous entendez un homme râler
Ne vous contentez pas de lire les lèvres, soyez plus sublime que cela
Mettez tout en contexte, est-ce une histoire de justice rugueuse
dans un pays où il n'y a pas de justice du tout?
Qui est vraiment la victime? Ou sommes-nous tous la cause, et victime de tout cela?
Vous ne verrez pas le visage jusqu'à ce que les paupières tombent
Tu n'entendras pas les cris tant qu'il ne s'arrêtera pas