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