text: 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
  Cast a line 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 
  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