Remnants — Grendel

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