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 evident
My role is undeniable
Unless I've become inadmissable
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 smistake that you have made
Nothing makees sense anymore
So a sick and guilty man will be born again with conscience saved
Judicial precendent 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 committed on that day
As the doctor read his case,
There were implausibilities he couldn't place
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 smistake that you have made
Nothing makees sense anymore
So a sick and guilty man will be born again with conscience saved
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