What was the point
At 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 taught
But the body rejected
Your smile's a question
But the end is expected

The Truth isn't told
Excuses are given
Time to assess
Now the nails have been driven

It's hard to assess,
now the nails have been driven
It's time to assess,
now the nails have been driven