the new amsterdams
the death of us
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 