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 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.

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 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  

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.
- Twenty One Pilots, Car Radio