Artist: Facedown

Submitted by Ule.

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Twelve Rounds

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

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2. Bed Of Roaches
3. Cleansweep
4. Colors
5. Dead Breed
6. Demon Seed
7. Embrace The Moment
8. For Your Misery
9. Hatred
10. Holy Rage
11. Human
12. Kill The Pain
13. Life Relentless
14. One Eyed Man
15. Rubberwhore
16. Save Me, Kill Me
17. Self Appointed God
18. Slender Messiah
19. Top Of The World
20. Twelve Rounds
21. Waste
22. Weak