| 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 |