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