Текст песни Remnants

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