D.O.A. - The Haunted

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?