Face Down Twelve Rounds Lyrics

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