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?



- What more when you're dead on

arrival?