The Death of Us

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

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 townI don't think that you're serious

That alone could be the death of us

And the way we know, we move slowI 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 longTaken like a child

Sold the silver for us all

But you're goneMop the ground where the wound was bled

I pray to god that he'll strike you dead

Before I get back

Fear my wrathThe 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