Letras:
D O A D O A

tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game. But there's more than a thousand ways to get

is here again No dignity at all Yes, you have been waste And they will freeze, the night away With my turning winds of high You die a parrot state I

've been a thrasher since '84 almost nothing sounds true anymore I've made my own code sold my soul to Manilla Road modern metal I don't give a fuck

: If you think my castle Is built on sand Well bring on the tides You can fuck off and die If you think my patience Is ocean vast Or river deep You

here The forest is cold and white Maximum distance to your idiocy While you read and study a book Yes, you are in many and crazy Like flies to a pile

cross of guilt. The spawn of your greed. A strip of tape that kills the screams. A deep inspired - The circle is complete. D.O.A. - What more when you

t be me but you. a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, don't know who the hell I'm supposed to be i-d-i-o-t a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, yeah thats me i-d-i-o-t. I put with being laughed

for scrap. Now I'm the kid who put the shit back in place and I'm the one who threw it back in your face. It took a little bit of intellectual shit,

do We are untutored youth - don't even try No use in knowing all the when's and why's And if I really wanted to learn something I'd listen to more records