Real Men Will Be Found With Their Face Flat On The ground

Who's a liar?
Who saved who?
Judgment was the choice you made (a choice you made)
And pews arent quite as inviting as you portray
Try as you may but, you
Could be something you can look into finding,
Yourself before, you find me face down thirty miles on September seventh
Still searching for the reason, (and that reason is you, and that reason is you)
(Always standing tall), back so far from the wall
(Real Men) will be found with their face flat on the ground
This is just, short of a disaster,
Rocks don
Hand motionless, the grasp is gone
Its people like you that turn kids away from God (its people like you)(4x)

I
I know it
You want me scared, but some want you dead