They said it’s all about equality,
But now we’re falling from the sky,
Mechanics won the racial lottery,
Pilots don't know how to fly.
It's a numbers game, a ticking clock,
Profit wins, and safety’s lost,
We fill the seats, our lives the cost.
D.E.I. Now we all die,
Chasing quotas as we’re left to cry,
Unqualified hands take the wheel,
Tell me, how's that make you feel?
D.E.I. Now we all die,
In the skies where the angels won’t fly,
When shortcuts determine lives,
We’re left to wonder why.
Crew’s asleep, but they wear a smile,
It's a far left game, and you're in denial.
A patchwork dream up in the clouds,
Where whispers are lost in the engine's sound.
Told it’s progress, told it’s all fair,
Poisonous black smoke fills the air.
From the cracks in every plane,
Pours a deadly equity fire rain.
D.E.I. Now we all die,
Chasing quotas as we’re left to cry,
Unqualified hands take the wheel,
Tell me, how's that make you feel?
D.E.I. Now we all die,
In the skies where the angels won’t fly,
When shortcuts determine lives,
We’re left to wonder why.
And who’s to blame when the engines fall?
When all that’s left is a silent call,
Are we just numbers in their eyes?
Are we just another crash in disguise?
D.E.I. Now we all die,
Chasing quotas as we’re left to cry,
Unqualified hands take the wheel,
Tell me, how's that make you feel?
D.E.I. Now we all die,
In the skies where the angels won’t fly,
When shortcuts determine lives,
We’re left to wonder why.
It’s all a lie, it’s all a lie,
D.E.I. Now we all die.