The Plot Sickens

We'll make it out alive

Lord, hear our prayer across the air

The captain's screaming, "Mayday"

Is God's intent final decent, or just a test of our faith?

This oxygen is wearing thin

The ground is fast approaching

Our fears intact upon impact, so brothers, here's to hoping

If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell

We'll find a way out, we'll find a way out

Left behind by God or the Devil himself

To find a way, find a way to make it out alive

The sight at hand, gruesome and grand

Cannot be rectified

Searching for signs of life in wreckage we can't recognize

We cry out for those who can't be saved

One foot on sacred ground and one foot in the grave

If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell

We'll find a way out, we'll find a way out

Left behind by God or the Devil himself

To find a way, find a way to make it out

Steady we climb, ready to die

To look salvation in the eye

If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell

We'll find a way, find a way to make it out alive

Sixteen souls left in the cold

To be alive's a miracle

It all comes down to flesh and bone

It's hard to swallow the unthinkable

The final course we won't concede

Desperate times call for desperate deeds

Forgiven in our time of need

Desperate times call for desperate deeds

The final course we won't concede

Desperate times call for desperate deeds

Forgiven in our time of need

Desperate times call for desperate deeds

Crawl out, in spite of this hell

We'll find a way out, we'll find a way out

Left behind by God or the Devil himself

To find a way, find a way to make it out

Steady we climb, ready to die

To look salvation in the eye

If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell

We'll find a way, find a way to make it out alive

We'll make it out alive

We'll make it out alive