What was the point
Of making you trust?
You live in a lie
The pain in the dust

God always shouts
And you always kick
Through passionless hours
Yeah, you make me feel sick

Your secret is told
But the body rejected
Your smile is a question
But the end is expected

A truce is obtained
Excuses are given
Time to assess
Now the nails have been driven

Time to assess
Now the nails have been driven
Time to assess
Now the nails have been driven