VS1 The plane is starting to smoke I think that everyone knows That this thing will soon be going down Some people think that there's hope (we're a joke) Some people think that we'll choke Which will it be? Pre-chorus When we know we see the ending Quickly fading, we see that we're dying Chorus I know it's a tragedy That sometimes people lose their wings When we're crashing down, what will they see? When (now) there's nothing's left, who are we? VS2 It's going down like a flame There's no one out there to blame We made our choice and now there's no more time The black box is hearing the hope and the fearing What will it say Pre-chorus After all the smoke has cleared There's only one record they'll ever see Our Black Box says it all, it tells them who we are, who we are