Attica Rage - Flight 180

The chill of death you feel is real
A vision all too clear
Dreams of sick imagination
Trust the fear you feel inside
Escape from Death's design
Could this really be your final destination?

I don't believe in your psychic ways
I don't believe the lies
The innocence we lost is written in your eyes

Fight with nothing left to lose
Death is coming after you
Stop and ask yourself
Is today your day to die?

Flight 180 burned the night
Premonition saved your life
But death is on your trail
You've got to keep your head
You've got to look out for the signs This is your final chance

I don't believe in your psychic ways
I don't believe the lies
The innocence we lost is written in your eyes

Fight with nothing left to lose
Death is coming after you
Stop and ask yourself
Is today your day to die?

Fight with nothing left to lose
Death is coming after you
Stop and ask yourself
Is today your day to die?

Fight there's nothing left to lose
Death is chasing after you
Stop, today might be
The day you're meant to die