Face Down - Twelve Rounds lyrics

Here they go again, being untrue to themselves It's nothing new, it's all been done before They are not a dying breed More like growing seed With roots choking honesty and truth They are twisting your words And they are making up lies When confronted they are in denial No one is given the chance To explain the actual facts Because the book's already judged by its cover Hate, rage, fear Not prepared to Hate, rage, fear You think I don't hear you, talk behind my back? You think I don't see oyu, and your hypocritical act Did you ever think about the rest Here's twelve rounds in the chest Hate, rage, fear Not prepared to Hate, rage, fear Not prepared to be Pre-judged by thee But determined to stand Rise above