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. 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. strip of tape that kills
the screams. deep inspired - The
circle [bad word] 

D.O.A.
- What more when you're dead on
arrival?
- What more when you're dead on
arrival?

- What more when you're dead on
arrival?