The fragile details from which I am made Are falling apart and starting to fade And this is the curse, I'll carry from birth to the grave From one came all Democracy of the dead Chained to the consequences (Of lives we never lived) But we hold blame Inherent, but we as well choose to initiate And this is the price of our valued volition Enslavement to vices and vexed by intrinsic No measure of man with the greatest precision Is yet to conquer Ohhh-ohh-ohhh Ohhh-ohh-ohhh Ohhh-ohh-ohhh Ohhh-ohh-ohhh This is the curse I fight when I'm awake But treasure in my dreams And why is the architect now Becoming part of the structure And how could this be any solution When they're resisting every attempt at repair? They're killing him This is rescue, this is absolution This is mercy, this is our redemption This is rescue, this is absolution This is mercy, this is our redemption (This is rescue, this is absolution) (This is mercy, this is our redemption) (This is rescue, this is absolution) (This is mercy, this is our redemption)