In a harrowing exploration of existential despair and societal decay, the lyrics convey a profound sense of futility and entrapment. The recurring motif of prayer juxtaposed with the imagery of digging one's own grave suggests a desperate search for salvation amidst inevitable demise. The line "Dead is the land of the free" critiques contemporary socio-political conditions, highlighting pervasive exploitation and systemic failures. The repeated refrain "Don't give, just take" underscores a culture of relentless consumption that exacerbates individual suffering. Themes of suffocation and drowning metaphorically represent emotional and psychological struggles, questioning self-worth and the possibility of redemption. Ultimately, this composition serves as a poignant commentary on human vulnerability in an indifferent world, emphasizing how collective apathy perpetuates cycles of pain and hopelessness.
DOA
Lyrics
On our knees we pray
As we waste away
And we dig our grave
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 '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
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
I keep treadin' the water
Am I not worth saving?
But we're all goin' under
Am I not worth saving?
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
Writer(s): Bernard James Ii Perry, Brian A Burkheiser, David Andrew Pramik, John Pregler, Richard Julius Vanlerberghe, Stephen Menoian, Tyler Smyth
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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