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