Sinking to the bottom while rising to the occasion
Slipping through your fingers now you've been caught red handed
If you wait for a sign, they will take you alive
You'll be sorry then, you're not innocent yet, you'll be sorry then
Access denied at the door, progress won't be granted
Distress on the intercom, accept what can't be restored
If you wait for a sign, they will take you alive
You'll be sorry then, you're not innocent yet, you'll be sorry then
They've been told to open fire if you're in their line of sight
Your escape should be inspired by imposters in disguise
Evidence, evidence
They won't give up till you're found by the spotlights in the sky
In the distance there's the sound of a million sirens
Evidence, evidence, evidence, evidence