DOA

作词 : Tyler Smyth/David Pramik/Brian Burkheiser/Eric Vanlerberghe/Steve Menoian/James Perry/John Pregler/Gary Lucas

作曲 : Tyler Smyth/David Pramik/Brian Burkheiser/Eric Vanlerberghe/Steve Menoian/James Perry/John Pregler/Gary Lucas

On our knees we pray

As we waste away

And we dig our grave

Dead on arrival

I close my eyes and contemplate on why I chose to be great

I find myself trying to escape where I'm supposed to be safe (Yeah)

Maybe I should pray like I'm supposed to be saved

Sometimes I feel like getting even, but I chose to behave

I'm mentally locked in a prison and I need bail

But the internet will kill me quicker than the streets will (Facts)

And if that shit doesn't kill me then the police will

Or maybe the refills, or the eat pills, or the lean will

I wish I was more flourished

I wish I had more courage (Yeah)

I feel like there's more purpose

And maybe it's all worth it

I wanna keep on learning

But I couldn't be more nervous

When I keep looking for answers

And I gotta keep on searching, the table keep on turning

Trying to call up to Jesus but the phone keep on ringing

And I think I need more service the calls seem more urgent

And all I see is more murders

As soldiers keep on serving

And I wonder if it's all worth it, I wonder

On our knees we pray

As we waste away

And we dig our grave

Dead on arrival

In this mess we made

Fill our lungs with hate

Just to numb the pain

Dead on arrival

Dead on arrival

Dead on arrival

I can't breathe

Got my head on the guillotine

Slipknot around my neck, come and take a seat

Watch 'em bury me down til I'm six feet deep in the underground

Dead is the land of the free

Don't give, just take every time you need

Don't give, just take though it's killing me

Don't give, just take every time you need

Don't give, just take

On our knees we pray

As we waste away

And we dig our grave

Dead on arrival

In this mess we made

Fill our lungs with hate

Just to numb the pain

Dead on arrival

Dead on arrival

Dead on arrival

I can't breathe

Am I not worth saving?

Am I not worth saving?

On our knees we pray

As we waste away

And we dig our grave

Dead on arrival

In this mess we made

Fill our lungs with hate

Just to numb the pain

Dead on arrival

Yeah

Dead on arrival

Dead on arrival

Dead, dead, dead, dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead