Bruise Pristine

Bruise Pristine

The means are right for taking,
Fade to grey,
Trying to be ruthless,
In the face of beauty.
In this matrix,
Its plain to see,
Its either you or me.

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.

Cas n lie with a velvet glove,
Reading like an open book,
In the hands of love.
In this matrix,
Its plain to see,
Its either you or me.

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.

Encore [echo]
Encore [echo]

Means are right for taking
Fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless
In the face of beauty
In this matrix
Its plain to see
Its either you or me

Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.