Crossfire

You donīt feel guilty, donīt know what youīve done
No need to seek help because there is no one
A wave of accusers, a burst of demands
no way to refuse it, you donīt have a chance

[Chorus:]
In the CROSSFIRE…

You are encircled, donīt know whatīs gone wrong
but wonīt find no shelter because there is none
A hail of abuse, a volley of reproach
no way for excuses, they wonīt help you out

Youīve got no idea what can be done
still donīt know why itīs turned out wrong
You stand in the firing line, strength is all gone
Donīt need to seek help because there is no one