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 pa**ionless hours, yeah you make me sick
Your secret is told, but the body rejected
Your smile's a question, but the end is expected
A truce is attained, excuses are given
Time to a**ess
Now the nails have been driven
Time to a**ess, now the nails have been driven (x2)