the smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything inside this living room
the once subdued silence seems to thin
whoa-oh, i told you so
whoa-oh, i told you so
my name is evidence, my role is undeniable, unless i become inadmissible
fitting crime to the consequence, i'm only as reliable as the defendant's defense is defendable
i am the kill, so i'm not willing to be still, and accept evil as my own personal intentions, well...
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 with consciences
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
can you 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,
patience, something happened, this,
this is all i see and need to feel
eyes will follow the events that happen, and the real world kind of just falls 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 with consciences