Sentencing

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 this 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 with consciences