The Death Of Us

I don't think that you're one of us A coated chrome doesn't rust from the inside out It's a ways down to ghost town I don't think that you're serious That alone could be the death of us And the way we know, we move slow I wanna like your way It's hard for me to tell you wrong I see it in your eyes I don't think you could lie for long Taken like a child Sold the silver for us all But you're gone Mop the ground where the wound was bled I pray to god that he'll strike you dead before I get back Fear my wrath The darkest suit but I wear it well with a smile On the way to hell with your arms and legs bound All the way down