| Song | Flight 112 |
| Artist | Eyes Like Diamonds |
| Album | Mystery |
| Dim the lights now | |
| These seats are too close together | |
| My eyes run dry cut at the lids | |
| When I see lines cut at the wrist | |
| Time's wasting, you slow | |
| No need to unfold our life stories | |
| I'd rather not know | |
| Medic, I'd rather be turned into static | |
| Waste time on air | |
| We're falling in fast | |
| Over and over again | |
| Don't breathe in | |
| Don't breathe in | |
| Lights out, it's over now | |
| Inhale, come on and breathe | |
| Stop wasting your medicine | |
| Turbulence | |
| Burn this plane to the ground |