Paroles de Propaganda

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 sheet/ And when blow by blow the passion dies Sweet little deaths just have been lies Some memories of gone by times will still recall the lines 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 attacks? And when blow by blow the passion dies Sweet little deaths just have been lies Some memories of gone by times will still recall the lines 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