DOA

Lyrics

[Intro: Brian Burkheiser] On our knees, we pray as we waste away And we dig our grave, dead on arrival [Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] 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 shit 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 [Chorus: Brian Burkheiser with Eric Vanlerberghe] 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 [Verse 2: Eric Vanlerberghe & Brian Burkheiser] 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 [Chorus: Brian Burkheiser with Eric Vanlerberghe] 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 [Interlude: Brian Burkheiser] Am I not worth saving? Am I not worth saving? [Bridge: Brian Burkheiser] 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 [Outro: Eric Vanlerberghe & Brian Burkheiser] Yeah Dead on arrival Dead on arrival Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead