Face Down (Sweden) - 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