D.O.A. Testo

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?