The Death Of Us Lyrics - The New Amsterdams

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