Duel - Propaganda

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

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 bleeding

I start screaming

Memories

Memories of

Memories of gone by times

Memories of

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