Dead on Arrival Lyrics

What if you're Dead On Arrival?

What if you can't be the liar?

What's left? Your shit has been tied to a big ball of fire

You dirty old-fashioned politicians

A day will come when I will see you crawling

Two thousand years of smiles, dancing on our graves

(WHERE IS YOUR PRIDE OF NATION?!)

I'd not regret fucking you all

(not at all)

We bowed down to your fascination

(I've seen it all, my friends…)

Bringers of pestilence and war

(The Scorn. The Gore.)

Now listen to our cries and anger for revenge

(FUCK YOUR IMPOSITION!)

Oh God, I see you men so small

(you're so small…)

Is this real life or just a fiction?

Maybe it's time to settle the score…

Is it today or in the future?

Guess it is now or nevermore

What's when you're Dead On Arrival?

What if you can't be the liar?

What's left? Your shit has been tied to a big ball of fire,

A bullet and a chain?

And I'm walking down the streets

I think I'll never mind

The consequences of my first step

When there's people looking down on you from their pedestal

That's when you shouldn't mind the fucking gap

Turning this into our frustration

The walls close in and squeeze our bones

Life has no past, no future

(THERE'S NOT A PRESENT)

There is no calculation

Get up, go through the fucking doors!

He is no Saint, he is no Preacher

Who is leading us to be reborn

How can't you see? Here comes the Reaper

Hammering down to take our souls

What's when you're Dead On Arrival?

What if you can't be the liar?

What's left? Your shit has been tied to a big ball of fire,

A bullet and a chain?

What's for when you're Dead On Arrival?

What's left if you can't beat the liar?

What's left when your shit is being tied to a big ball of fire,

A bullet and a chain?