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