Sentencing Lyrics - Singles - Boys Night Out

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