[Verse]
What was the point of making you trust?
You're living a lie, a pain in the dust
God always shouts, and you always kick
Through passionless eyes
Yeah, you make me feel sick
A secret is told, but the body rejected
A smile is a question, but the end is expected
A truce is attained, excuses are given
Time to assess
Now the nails can be driven

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Time to assess
Now the nails can be driven
Time to assess
Now the nails can be driven

[Instrumental Outro]