This condition, the volatile instincts

This curse, a burden we bare

For all the moments we love

And all the battles we wage

The atavistic traits,

Our frail condemned psyche



Convicts of virtue and convicts of vice

Convicts of death and the convicts of life

Convicts of darkness and Convicts of light

Convicts of peace and the convicts of strife



Above the logic we are

Above the matter we'll be

The remnants

The ghost in the machine



This attrition, the verdict we're given

This curse, the affliction we need

For all the moments we love

And all the battles we wage

The atavistic traits,

Our frail condemned psyche