Lyrics:

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 secret is told
But the body rejected
Your smile's a question
But the end is expected
A truce is obtained
Excuses are given
Time to assess
Now the nails will be driven

Time to assess
Now the nails will be driven
Time to assess
Now the nails will be driven