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.