DOA

DOA - I Prevail

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

Composed by：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 tryna escape

From where I'm supposed to be safe

Or 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

And if that s**t doesn't kill me

Then the police will

Or maybe all the refills

Or the E pills or the lean will

I wish I was more flourished

I wish I had more courage

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 tables keep on turning

Tryna call up to Jesus but the phone keep on ringing

I think I need more service the calls seem more urgent

And all I see is more murders the soldiers keep on serving

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 till

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