The Evidence

It's the consequence of privileged information.
 You can run, you can hide,
 But light will find a way
 And wither away
 Haunted and haunting, we all are followed
 By shadows from martyrs and mercenaries
 Diseased by information
 Plagued by what we know.
 Burn the evidence; It's enough to make a case
 It's enough to incriminate
 [x2]
 Down the empty corridor to the coroner
 It's clear, you've got what they want, and they'll find you
 Haunted and haunting, we are followed by shadows
 Plagued by what we know
 Burn the evidence; It's enough to make a case
 It's enough to incriminate
 [x2]
 It's just a matter of time before they find, find out.
 It's just a matter of time, young man.
 [x4]
 (Her fingers, like spiders
 Spun a web my body couldn't shed)
 [x2]
 Burn the evidence; It's enough to make a case
 It's enough to incriminate
 [x2]
 It's just a matter of time before they find, find out.
 It's just a matter of time, young man.