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 <♪> echoed encore echoed encore 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