Twist and turns
Trump this roads personally
As my headlights peer above
To see where the devil
Hides his eyes in the moonlight.

Concentration is my weakness.
I need things
To distract my fractured mind
From the reality
That lies ahead.
I wish I can turn on
This broken car radio
So I don't have to be exiled into silence.

Please excuse my ego,
As it grabs onto silence
And pushes it away
With useless facts, remarks,
Anything to steer away
From dark clouds
That **** up my past.
That one I ignore
By escaping
The sound of silence,

I don't apologize
For my singing,
The cracks from my voice
Is the cure
To what is piercing the night.
I refuse to face
My demons around this car
As I run away
From silence.

Sometimes I'm curious
Of why silence
Is so violent.
Then I just realize
That it's the sound of reality.