The smell of her perfume

Struggles to cover everything

Inside this ringing room

Though once subdued, the silence seems to sing

Whoa-oh, I told you so

Whoa-oh, 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

As 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 the events that happen in this real world just kind of 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 a sick and guilty man will be born again (born again)