Eye to eye stand winners and losers

Hurt by envy, cut by greed

Face to face with their own disillusions

The scars of old romances still on their cheeks

And when blow by blow

The passion dies sweet little death

Just have been lies

Some memories of gone by times

Would still recall the lies

The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

It's too late the decision is made by fate

Time to prove what forever should last

Whose feelings are so true

As to stand the test?

Whose demands are so strong

As to parry all attempts?

And when blow by blow

The passion dies sweet little death

Just have been lies

Some memories of gone by times

Would still recall the lies

The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

The first cut won't hurt at all