Salvaging

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