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This condition, the volatile instinctsThis curse, a burden we bareFor all the moments we loveAnd all the battles we wageThe atavistic traits,Our frail condemned psycheConvicts of virtue and convicts of viceConvicts of death and the convicts of lifeConvicts of darkness and convicts of lightConvicts of peace and the convicts of strifeAbove the logic we seeAbove the men we areThe remnantsThe ghosts in the machineAbove the logic we areAbove the men we'll beThe remnantsThe ghosts in the machineThis attrition, the verdict we're givenThis curse, the affliction we needFor all the moments we loveAnd all the battles we wageThe atavistic traits,Our frail condemned psyche Aus Songtexte Mania