| 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 |