Twelve Rounds Lyrics - Face Down

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