Bruise Pristine
Means are ripe for taking,Fade to grey trying to be ruthless,In the face of beautyIn this matrix, it's plain to seeIt's either you or me.
Bruise,Pristine,Serene,We were born to lose.
Cast a line with a velvet gloveReading like an open book,In the hands of loveIn this matrix, it's plain to seeIt's either you or me.
Bruise,Pristine,Serene,We were born to lose.
Encore, encore….
Means are ripe for taking,Fade to grey trying to be ruthless,In the face of beautyIn this matrix, it's plain to seeIt's either you or me.
Bruise,Pristine,Serene,We were born to lose.