I really like the song 'Car Radio' by Twenty One Pilots. I would do my usual thing and tell you the lyrics but this is basically all I can catch:
"I wonder about grapes, lungs and then pancakes, they fill with fire praise our sire, in the fire, a dime for pay. I have these thoughts, th-th-thoughts to replace my mots, to wear a crop tops. Cause somebody stole my car radio and now I'm just Silas. Sometimes quiet will hide me, I find it hard to be kind. Pride Rock is no longer inside me. It crawled out my sleeve and then I screamed reminding me dream shleam. I hate my hat hat hat hat. There's no hiding cheese. I have to deal with the wheel. Giving birth to a steering wheel. I have these thoughts to replace... I am hot. Cause I am toll. car parade. *angry dubstep* *more angry dubstep* *intensifying dubstep* MY GOD JOSH... TYLER... ARE THOSE EVEN WORDS?! ...more fast screaming.... *angry drums* FAITHFUL SHEEP... I AM DYING... What. What. I. Don't. Know."
So most of what I hear is either not a functioning sentence, angry noises or nonsensical flabber jabber.
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Mars is... Well... Mars
Random{edit: ew. ew. ew. please just read my other spam book. i wrote this in like 2014. } This is my book of me. My book of sarcasm, randomness, thoughts, fandoms, OCD, anxiety, fails, school, rants, obsessiveness, ships, phan, cartoons and well... Mars...