Versuri 08. Bruise Pristine

 
The means are right for taking, fade to grey 
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty 
In this matrix, it's plain to see 
It's either you or me. 
 
Bruise, 
pristine, 
serene, 
we were born to lose. 
 
Cast a line with a velvet glove 
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love 
In this matrix, it's plain to see 
It's either you or me. 
 
Bruise, 
pristine, 
serene, 
we were born to lose. 
 
encore [echoed] 
 
Means are right for taking, fade to grey 
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty 
In this matrix, it's plain to see 
It's either you or me. 
 
Bruise, 
pristine, 
serene, 
we were born to lose.