Lyrics:

Picture this, a small black box

To open it, unlock the locks

As I dissect in retrospect this scene



You turned it on like a machine

A mechanizing go-between

The clock-to-China figurine



I do crash

With everybody on the ground

In pieces, coming down

If we do crash

With everybody on the ground

And pieces coming down



On take-off we were unaware

That we'd wind just up in the air

Now we're fighting for the flare it seems



All you want's another toy

We all need something to destroy

Until you can believe the joy when



You crash

With everybody on the ground

In pieces, coming down

If we do crash

With everybody on the ground

And pieces coming down