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