Eye to eye stand winners and losers

hurt by envy, cut by greed

face to face with their own disillusion

the scars of old romances still on their cheeks

and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death

just have been lies the memories of gone by time

would still recall the lie



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 the memories of gone by time

would still recall the lie



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 leave you on your knees

you start bleeding I start screaming