Small Black Box

Picture this, a small black box

To open it, unlock the locks

As I dissect in retrospect this sceneYou turned it on like a machine

A mechanizing go-between

The clock-to-China figurineI do crash

With everybody on the ground

In pieces, coming down

If we do crash

With everybody on the ground

And pieces coming downOn take-off we were unaware

That we'd wind just up in the air

Now we're fighting for the flare it seemsAll you want's another toy

We all need something to destroy

Until you can believe the joy whenYou crash

With everybody on the ground

In pieces, coming down

If we do crash

With everybody on the ground

And pieces coming down