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