Black Box Funeral

As we leave the city A plane overhead Nosedives right before our eyes We follow the smoke Inhale and choke Walking towards burnt up land Wings both ripped off Overheads unlocked Sandwiches still in their bags Some dead still strapped in A few wandering A new creature behind their eyes I'll retreat Dig down six feet Bury them with all their bags Searching the cabin Grab what's worth grabbin' Salvaging all that we can I watched it go down I heard it hit the ground Two hundred bodies now underground And I can't do anything But eat all their food Wear all their clothes How could they know? How could they know?