The smell of her perfume,
Struggles to cover everything.
Inside this living room,
Though once subdued, the silence seems to sing.
woah woa, I told you so
woah woa, I told you so
My name is evidence, my role is undeniable,
unless i’ve become inadmissible.
In crimes of consequence, i’m only as reliable,
as the defendant’s defense is defendable.
I am the kill;
though i’m unwilling to be still and accept evil,
as my own personal, and sentient will.
Nothing makes sense anymore,
when murder’s just a mistake that you have made.
Nothing makes sense anymore,
so a sick and guilty man will be born again with conscience saved.
Judicial precedent will see to that,
I’ll see to that, he’ll see to that,
it’s impossible.
Given the incident, given his catatonic state,
to imagine it playing out any other way.
He was admitted on that day, the doctor read his case,
there were implausibilities he couldn’t place.
And it was obvious that there was something more to this
patient,
something had been missed.
It’s this hole i can see in each of his eyes…
where all of the events that happen in this real world kind of just fall through…
it’s loneliness, it’s loneliness
Nothing makes sense anymore,
when murder’s just a mistake that you have made.
Nothing makes sense anymore,
so sick and guilty men will be born again,
Born again…
