Bruise Pristine
The means are ripe 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, encore….
Means are ripe 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.
Konu: Bruise Pristine 
Cuma Tem. 23, 2010 9:20 pm