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 [bad word] 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