Shadows infect the white-clad walls Death is breathing down your neck A strip of tape that kills the screams
Surgical steel twist the flesh The hand of doom carves out the mesh
What more when you're dead on arrival? What more when you're dead on arrival?
Doped up soul - Senses numb In these vermin-infested streets Chained to the altar of debt Nailed to the cross of guilt A strip of tape that kills the screams A deep inspired - The circle is complete
What more when you're dead on arrival? What more when you're dead on arrival?
What more when you're dead on arrival? (x5)