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