give me a lobotomy memories gone but never forgotten me give me a lobotomy memories gone but never forgotten me sliced through a vein called it loving phlebotomy label the vial with the name of the pricks who lies gotten to me store tracks in ice packs with the parts that survived the electroshock therapy fourty four paracetamol as I dry wipe the scalpel clean blood on the tiles spilling thoughts that wont pardon me hide my heart in a jar and hand it a handwritten apology handle with care stamped on the side of my artery spent Wednesday just standing staring in the mirror no matter how i wipe this shit what I see doesnt become clearer memories molded in my brain been pulling me nearer and nearer deaths at my side, I can feel and I can hear her but even though I know its real, I dont seem to fear her I just have this overwhelming urge to cheer her she aint a killer but has my blood pouring in rivers a taste of the sweet stuff, a life of the bitter a pain in my chest knowing I am not with her you might have been the winner but did you ever consider Im a sinner boiled bones on a simmer a hollow heart with a fissure I can feel the flames flicker and linger on my flesh but my body still shivers ice in my ribs where the heart got injured cold bitten soul with a burnt out cinder I kept trying to polish the glass till my knuckles split pain dont shine back when youre stuck in it stuck in the same place, brains cracked, pain punishment different spirit with every sip Ive tried to outrun what I covered with wit couldnt out drink what the silence did couldnt out write what my chest wont lift so Ill carve all my scars into something that lives maybe thats the curse of the writer dont heal, we describe it tighter and tighter turn grief into gold hoping youd admire the cipher made pain sound playful but made the cuts run wider love like a fool, then burned by a liar held onto fuel while I begged for fire if deaths at my side, I will stand beside her have her sing the backing while I climb higher then fall back down through the smoke and desire sick of looking at this stickman figure and looking at this face that keeps getting thinner spent Wednesday still stood staring in the mirror you might have been the winner but did you ever consider Im a sinner, boiled bones on a simmer a hollow heart with a fissure I can feel the flames flicker and linger on my flesh but my body still shivers ice in my ribs where the heart got injured cold bitten soul with a burnt out cinder give me a lobotomy memories gone but never forgotten me sliced through a vein called it loving Phlebotomy label the vial with the name of the pricks who lies gotten to me store tracks in ice packs with the parts that survived the electroshock therapy fourty four paracetamol as I dry wipe the scalpel clean blood on the tiles spilling thoughts that wont pardon me hide my heart in a jar and hand it a handwritten apology handle with care stamped on the side of my artery "Hotwife of Pi" © 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.
