Salvaging - Steven Wilson

What was the point

Of making you trust

Living a lie

It’s 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

Time to assess

Now the nails can be driven

Time to assess

Now the nails can be driven