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 care that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real.

I could pull the steering wheel...