We're meant to die.
That's what makes anything about us matter.
We're meant to die.
Living like this is torture.
We're just ghosts.

This condition, the volatile instincts
This curse, a burden we bear
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 see
Above the matter we are
The remnants
The ghost in the machine

This attrition, this 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

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 see
Above the matter we are
The remnants
The ghost in the machine

Above the logic we are
Above the matter we'll be
The remnants
The ghost in the machine
The ghost in the machine
The ghost in the machine