I don't think that you're one of us
A coated crumb
It doesn't rust from the inside out
It's a ways down to Ghosttown
I don't think that you're serious
That alone could be the death of us
In the way we know
We move slow
Wanted to like your way
It's hard for me to tell you're wrong
I see it in your eyes
I don't think you could lie for long
Shaking like a child
Sold the silver for us all
It's gone
Mark the ground where the wound was bled
Pray to God
Let him strike you dead
Before I get back
Fear my wrath
Darkest suit
But I wear it well
With a smile
The way to hell with your arms and legs bound
All the way down