The Evidence - The Receiving End Of Sirens

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

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

It’s just a matter of time before they find, find out

It’s just a matter of time, young man

(Her fingers, like spiders

Spun a web my body couldn’t shed)

Burn the evidence;

It’s enough to make a case

It’s enough to incriminate

It’s just a matter of time before they find, find out

It’s just a matter of time, young man