Black Box - This Beautiful Republic

The plane is starting to smoke

I think that everyone knows

That this thing will soon be going down

Some people think that we’ll choke

Some people think there’s hope

Which will it be?

When we know we see the ending

Quickly fading, we see that we’re dying

I know it’s a tragedy

That sometimes people can lose their wings

Now we’re crashing down, what will they see?

When there’s nothings left, who are we?

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?

After all the smoke has cleared

There’s only one record that they’ll ever see

Our black box says it all, it tells them who we are