I Prevail & Joyner Lucas - DOA

[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 trying to escape where I'm supposed to be safe (Yeah)
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 (Facts)
And if that shit doesn't kill me then the police will
Or maybe the refills, or the eat pills, or the lean will
I wish I was more flourished
I wish I had more courage (Yeah)
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 table keep on turning
Trying to call up to Jesus but the phone keep on ringing
And I think I need more service the calls seem more urgent
And all I see is more murders
As soldiers keep on serving
And I wonder if it's all worth it, I wonder

[Chorus: Brian Burkheiser & 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]
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 & 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

[Bridge: Brian Burkheiser]
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

[Outro: Eric Vanlerberghe]
Yeah
Dead on arrival
Dead on arrival
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead