[Hook]

Watch

I can flash across the sky

I’m lightning [?] from up on high

And I can crash into myself

[Verse 1: Absent]

Above the clouds

A thousand miles, thunderous sounds

Spiraling down with blind optics

Falling fast, nauseously

Stomach drops

Dramatical reenactment with infinite ink used to graph it

Trapped in this black box to track thoughts from cockpits

Warp speed, source me on mach 6

Try not to waste my last worth with bad breath

Oxygen mask, relax, stress

Last chance to paint a masterpiece and start fresh

Beginning with a beginning, square one

Drifting soliloquy’s spillingly shared once upon a bottle of rum

Bottomless bliss

[?] I sit, talking to this box, waiting for impact of rock bottom

Flashbacks of a silhouette

I set course with jet force to hell’s doorstep

Crash through the torn webs and collapse on my warm bed

[Hook]

Watch

I can flash across the sky

I’m lightning [?] from up on high

And I can crash into myself

[Verse 2: Isor One]

Ground control center, we’re receiving your call now

It’s gonna be okay, tell the passengers to calm down

Let ‘em know that everything is gonna be alright

We had a similar issue on a previous flight

We’re redirecting your course to one of the nearest airports

You’re gonna need to turn the plane around and head back north

We know you’re low on fuel, but this is your last chance of survival

We notified the tower, they’re all waiting your arrival

The airspace has been clear for the next eight miles

And we’re sending the coordinates, but this may be a while

Just try and keep the altitude as steady as you can

And know that everybody here is praying for you, man

Remember lives are at stake, so you’re gonna have to listen

Flight 103, what is your exact position?

I repeat, flight 103, did you copy that?

Dammit, too late, we’ve lost contact

[Hook]

Watch

I can flash across the sky

I’m lightning [?] from up on high

And I can crash into myself

[Verse 3: Absent & Isor One]

Copy, ground control, 103 reads you loud and clear

The ground is near

Abandon all hope, damaged gears

Passengers in a panic, loud and frantic

Drowning in my flask, waiting for my perfect landing

Alright, man, put the bottle down and listen to me

You need to turn the plane around a hundred eighty degrees

You’re not gonna die

We’re gonna get you out of this alive

Just do everything I say if you have hopes to survive

Not so optimistic in this cockpit

We’ve lost power, and the altitude is dropping

Flying blind

No coordinates to go off of

Losing fuel fast

No turning back

103 signing off

(*later*)

Well, a plane crashed over the Pacific today

Specifics are vague

But apparently the flight was delayed

They say the pilot was a good man

These were his last thoughts

The final moments of life recorded on a black box