One, two, three, four
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
Will 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 attacks
And when blow by blow the passion dies
Sweet little death just have been lies
Some memories of gone by times
Will 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 screaming; I start bleeding
The first cut
The second cut
The third cut
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