D.O.A. - Live at Melkweg, Amsterdam 2009

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?