BRUISE PRISTINE

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.

MAGULLADURA PRÍSTINA

El fin justifica los medios
se desvanece a gris
Trato de parecer despiadado, en el rostro de la belleza
En esta matriz, es evidente
Es o tú o yo

Magulladura
Prístina
Serena
Nacimos para perder

Pon una línea con un guante de terciopelo
Leer como un libro abierto, en las manos del amor
En esta matriz, es evidente
Es o tú o yo

Magulladura
Prístina
Serena
Nacimos para perder

El fin justifica los medios
se desvanece a gris
Trato de parecer despiadado, en el rostro de la belleza
En esta matriz, es evidente
Es o tú o yo

Magulladura
Prístina
Serena
Nacimos para perder