I have some doubts surrounding where you said you were last Sunday

I have a witness that insists you left the scene running away

I can't help suspecting you

This document is proof

My instincts will guide me through

Help me find the truth

And it's the lines upon your head that make me nervous

And it's the blades of grass under your fingernails that tipped me off

Don't leave home without your head, consequences brew

Now I forgot what I found in your home that proves it's you

That we're looking for

I had no hands on the wheel, it's a miracle we're okay

With a box full of hand me downs and a map to finally locate myself

There's nothing left to explain

Just follow the code

There's nothing left to explain

Just follow the code

I can't help suspecting you

And this document is proof

My instincts will guide me through

Help me find the truth