Stitched up in silver, laid down in gold
Lines on the mirror, secrets to be sold
Rumours of treason, whispers of guilt
Vows to be broken, blood must be spilt
Stop before you start, mercenary heart
Traces that linger like a slow burnin' flame
Refuge on fire, look back in shame
Traitors in the dark, mercenary heart
Big moon burnin' so bright
There'll be no mercy tonight
Is that all your lovin' arms can take
Must be some moves you didn't make
(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)