paroles de chanson Bejewelled - Propaganda

One, two, three, four
Eye to eye, separated losers
Hurt by envy, cut by greed
Face to face with dark illusion
The scars of all the madness still on their skin
And when blow by blow, the passion dies
Sweet little death, just half of life
Two memories of gone-by times
But still recall the line
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 right, the decision is made by fate
Time to prove what forever should last
Whose feelings are too strong as to stand the test?
Whose will is too strong as to carry all the pain?
And when blow by blow, the passion dies
Sweet little death, just half of a life
Two memories of gone-by times
But still recall the line
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
Ahh!
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
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 third will have you on your knees
I've looked at life from both sides now