{ i ponder on something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate, they fill with fire, exhale desire, i know its dire my time today
 I have theese thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence 
 Sometimes quiet is violent,  i find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside, its on my sleeve, my skin will scream reminding me of who i killed inside my dream, i hate this car im driving, theres no hiding for me, im forced to deal with what i feel, there is no distraction  to mask what is real, i could pull the steering wheel
 I have theese thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought, 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence}