Eye to eye stand winners and losersnnhurt by envy, cut by greednnface to face with their own disillusionnnthe scars of old romances still on their cheeksnnand when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little deathnnjust have been lies the memories of gone by timennwould still recall the liennnnthe first cut won't hurt at allnnthe second only makes you wondernnthe third will have you on your kneesnnyou start bleeding I start screamingnnnnit's too late the decision is made by fatenntime to prove what forever should lastnnwhose feelings are so true as to stand the testnnwhose demands are so strong as to parry all attemptsnnand when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little deathnnjust have been lies the memories of gone by timennwould still recall the liennnnthe first cut won't hurt at allnnthe second only makes you wondernnthe third will have you on your kneesnnyou start bleeding I start screamingnnnnthe first cut won't hurt at allnnthe second only makes you wondernnthe third will have you on your kneesnnyou start bleeding I start screamingnnthe first cut won't hurt at allnnthe second only makes you wondernnthe third will have you on your kneesnnyou start bleeding I start screamingnnthe first cut won't hurt at allnnthe second only makes you wondernnthe third will leave you on your kneesnnyou start bleeding I start screaming