would you miss one, one in a million one, one in ten billion for real, tell me your opinion after all this, am I still the villain times still still and still the wound is spilling the clocks stopped watching but the ache keeps on drilling I might not take it in but I need your real opinion if it finally knocks am I wrong for letting it in then am I supposed to be resilient recover like a reptilian clutch my pain and call it brilliance man Id rather just coil on the thought of killing him filling his unwillingness a chilling hiss with a thrilling kiss what your feeling stiff damn not a nice feeling that is it born from the wound, am I wrong for living drowned in the proof, am I wrong for swimming if my name got carved where the rot kept rotting after all this, am I still the villain am I supposed to be... just the dust of the rust where the damage was sleeping clean cut with the cleaver, still gorgeous while grieving steam in the heat of the secrets theyre keeping leaking through everything decent I asked for the mask and got the mark of the monster dead heart with a scar but learnt its treason to wander the longer I swallowed the rot and the honor man I mistook being numb for being stronger poking bruises with a beautiful rhythm sharp in the scales and the venom has bitten love in the lungs but the oxygens missing never rose from the ruins they said I should live in if I burn, let it hurt every lie you believed in if Im buried, I let my blade take a life when Im leaving born from the wound not the wrong I was given so after all this tell me, am I still the villain would you miss... one, one in a million one, one in ten billion for real, tell me your opinion after all this, am I still the villain times still still and still the wound is spilling the clocks stopped watching but the ache keeps on drilling I might not take it in but I need your real opinion if it finally knocks am I wrong for letting it in then am I supposed to be resilient recover like a reptilian clutch my pain and call it brilliance man Id rather just coil on the thought of killing him filling his unwillingness a chilling hiss with a thrilling kiss better pray my bloodwork comes back boring one bad phone call from ignoring the warnings if it says Im leaving Im taking luggage addresses mapped in my notes and death in the budget avoiding jail while the clocks kept ticking but a deadline makes the game a bit different pray for clear scans and good luck if I get bad results best bet Im pulling up born from the wound, am I wrong for living drowned in the proof, am I wrong for swimming if my name got carved where the rot kept rotting after all this, am I still the villain am I supposed to be resilient recover like a reptilian clutch my pain and call it brilliance man Id rather just coil on the thought of killing him © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
