Teksty: This Beautiful Republic. Even Heroes Need A Parachute. Black Box.

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