Flight 232 heading for destruction
unaware of their destiny
they didnt get the instruction
counting the dead
scattered in the cornfield
they ended up as figures
on the endless list of casualties

Dc-10 blown out of control
one minor fault will top the headlines
some heads will roll
state of shock
state of emergeny
looking with the eyes
that can not see

You wont get out of this alive

Passengers cut into pieces
their body parts are scattered around
they've gone to meet their Jesus
burning meat
burnt by the gasoline
looking to the sky
this broke thir dream

You're gonna crash