I ponder of something great.
My lungs will fill and then deflate. 
They fill with fire, exhale desire. 
I know it's dire, my time today. 
I have these 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.
It's on my sleeve, 
my skin will scream, 
reminding me,
of who I killed inside my dream,
I hate this car that I'm driving, 
there's no hiding for me.
I'm forced to deal with what I feel.
There's no distraction to mask what is real.
I could pull the steering wheel..
I have these 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.
~Car Radio; Twenty One Pilots