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