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..