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 alive 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 away, to make it out alive Sixteen souls left in the cold, to be alive is 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 away, to make it out alive We'll make it out alive We'll make it out alive