DOA  -  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

    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?

    What  more  when  you're  dead  on  arrival?

    What  more  when  you're  dead  on  arrival?

    What  more  when  you're  dead  on  arrival?