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
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