Hotwife of Pi Autokabalesis when I hit the ground will you believe it this shit has not been hidden like a secret Ive been openly grieving but its however you perceive it and seriously, your perception just feeds it feeds the hurt ive tried to speak in but theres no point speaking my demons if it aint gonna treat it for real it aint gonna heal shit its just repeating the same fucking reason I dont know what this disease is my brains broken, I swear I cant fucking feel shit cant feel any other emotion except for hatred of life an its just dreams and schemes to help relieve this instead of crying if this is the cost of living is there a discount on dying cos I can only see prices rising Ive disguised it despite it slicing and driving a knife in my thigh an chastising me for just being alive so ill take high rises as my license brown eyes with a red iris this might be the last night they will have life in so fuck the clinical wording wrapped around my crisis tomorrow can keep making promises but it cant tell me life wont always be like this Autokabalesis now everybody learns my value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis I hide the pain under pending appeal shit sounds official till the safety net fails they gave the fall a label, put the label in Latin like naming the exit means they know what happened honestly at this point you can pretend you care but Ill ration the truth everyone wants “Im fine”, cos noone can carry the proof cos breathing is a burden, not a reason to stay and still lose and surviving a night aint the same as surviving the day as a second best excuse so I step with these thoughts to the edge and let it pass through my feet strip the error from terror to see the trap underneath fuck the forms, fuck the wait, fuck the fake how do you feel fuck the fact that you think my sufferings only true if a doctor says its real tomorrow keeps making offers but all its terms come from shredding blood with steel but raging waters aint where I wanna spill dont wanna fill the tub to the top with the kettle again cos I dont have the stomach to down the vodka on the cupboard to get in so tonight Im writing this as plainly as possible, cos its getting really real one one six one two three kind of real Autokabalesis now everybody learns my value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis I just want my brain to be quiet for a minute cant even sleep without their horrid image in it cant even dream cos that fucking twatty bastard cunt keeps turning up in it soon as my eyes shut, every detail of desire develops same fucking face in the dark like my skull fucking held it my heart remembers the warning my legs remeber the walking while the bleeding was pouring so by the time it reaches through the morning to evening Im leaving Im at a point where even harmless people get mistaken with dangerous feelings I just need them gone from this world before I leave cos I know their waiting wainting for the day they know my spots vacant Autokabalesis now everybody learns my value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis wake every morning with their name sitting on the edge of my tongue like hatred hates their face and refuses to run seems like the only true solution is buying a gun blast a bolt of lightning led through the night for fun distrobuting their conclusion with zero dilution so for the sake of the netflix movie the moment I see them is the moment the execution begun call it a confused illusion all you want I need one night where my head doesnt screen them one fucking hour where the blood in my brain doesnt feed them I just want my messed up mind to be quiet a minute not that itd listen Autokabalesis now everybody learns my value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis © 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.
