Idioma Origen:
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.
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-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 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?
Idioma Destino:
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.
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-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 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?