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 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 admitted 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 mistake that you have made
 Nothing makes sense anymore
 So a sick and guilty man will be born again with conscience saved