What was the point of making you trust,nYou live in a lie, the pain in the dust.nnGod always shouts and you always kick,nThrough passionless hours.nYeah you make me feel sick.nnYour secret is taught but the body rejected.nYour smile's a question but the end is expected.nnA truce is obtained, excuses are given.nTime to assess, now the nails have been driven'.nnTime to assess, now the nails have been driven.nTime to assess, now the nails have been driven.