"Hotwife of Pi" .. Autokabalesis when she hits the ground will you believe it this shit has not been hidden like a secret shes been openly grieving but its however you perceive it and seriously your perception just feeds it feeds the hurt shes tried to speak in but theres no point speaking her demons if it aint gonna treat it for real she feels like it aint gonna heal shit its just repeating the same fucking reason she doesnt know what this disease is her brains broken she swears she cant fucking feel shit she 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 she can only see prices rising shes disguised it despite it slicing and driving a knife in her thigh an chastising her for just being alive so she'll take high rises as her 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 her crisis tomorrow can keep making promises but it cant tell her life wont always be like this Autokabalesis now everybody learns her value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis she hides 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 she'll 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 she steps with her thoughts to the edge and lets it pass through her 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 her 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 she wants to spill she doesnt wanna fill the [gunshot] to the top with the **** again cos she doesnt have the stomach to down the vodka on the cupboard to **** so tonight shes writing it as plainly as possible cos its getting really real one one six one two three kind of real Autokabalesis now everybody learns her value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis she just wants her brain to be quiet for a minute she cant even sleep without their horrid image in it she cant even dream cos that fucking twatty bastard cunt keeps turning up in it soon as her eyes shut, every detail of desire develops same fucking face in the dark like her skull fucking held it her heart remembers the warning her legs remeber the walking while the bleeding was pouring so by the time it reaches through the morning to evening shes leaving shes at a point where even harmless people get mistaken with dangerous feelings she just needs them gone from this world before she leaves cos she knows their waiting wainting for the day they know her spots vacant Autokabalesis now everybody learns her value while theyre pricing up whose the grief is lets see how they find devotion of lonliness when theres noone to name left Autokabalesis she wakes every morning with their name sitting on the edge of her tongue like hatred hates their face and refuses to run seems like the only true solution is buying a **** 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 she sees them is the moment the **** begun call it a confused illusion all you want she needs one night where her head doesnt screen them one fucking hour where the blood in her brain doesnt feed them she just wants her messed up mind to be quiet a minute not that it'd listen .. but would you? Autokabalesis now everybody learns her 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.
