D.O.A.

Voices break the silence
Shadows infect the white-clad walls
Death is breathing down your neck
You try to flee
Forced into submission
You try to repent
A strip of tape that kills the screams
You know this is the end
Surgical steel, twist the flesh
The hand of doom carves out the mesh
DOA!
What more when you’re dead on arrival?!
What more when you’re dead on arrival?!
Doped-up soul, senses numb
Fluids burst into flames
Every high is a new low
In these vermin-infested streets
Chained to the Altar of Debt
The breed of your sins
Nailed to the cross of guilt
The spawn of your greed
A strip of tape that kills the screams
A deed inspired, the circle’s complete
DOA!
What more when you’re dead on arrival?
What more when you’re dead on arrival?