Voices break the silence. Shadows infect the white-clad walls. Death is breathing down your neck. Yoy try ty flee. Forced into submis- sion. 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.
D.O.A. - 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-infest- ed 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 deep inspired - The circle is complete.
D.O.A. - What more when you're dead on arrival? - What more when you're dead on arrival?