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 sick

 Your smile’s a question, but the end is expected

 A truce is attained, excuses are given
 Time to assess
 Now the nails have been driven

 Time to assess, now the nails have been driven (x2)