Car Radio - twenty one pilots

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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 is no distraction to mask what is real

I could pull the steering wheel

I ponder of something terrifying

'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind

I find over the course of our human existence

One thing consists of consistence

And it's that we're all battling fear

Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here

Oh my, too deep, Please stop thinking

I liked it better when my car had sound

There are things we can do

But from the things that work there are only two

And from the two that we choose to do

Peace will win, And fear will lose

There's faith and there's sleep

We need to pick one please because

Faith is to be awake

And to be awake is for us to think

And for us to think is to be alive

And I will try with every rhyme

To come across like I am dying

To let you know you need to try to think

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