Muteness mutates Mutates "Hotwife of Pi" Muteness mutates Muteness mutates This is the sound of silence Being broken by the sound of my stylus Creating the sacred sounds of violence Writing down how im riding out the riot in my mind and I'm Looting Lobotomy, completely compliant if I die, shit I wonder if I was worthy, would you even start crying if I said goodbye I wonder Wonder if you could possibly pronounce me priceless with pride Well why why while im alive am I always described as a side, shit No matter how hard the hurt I tried to handle, I tried, shit No matter how much I hid inside as I lied, shit No matter how I disguise it, I just dont feel alright Shit, I dont feel alright I fucking dont feel alright I fucking feel like shit I dont know why Im feeling like this Like, Man, muteness mutates Am I a mutant? Did the mute in me mutate from misuse and mutilation? As the truth I refused grew a tumour of interpretation Now I’m fluent in rhyming in ruin, communicating through bruises Human looking, but nothings fucking human in the movement Am I a mutant? If I bury enough, do the corpses eventually breathe? Does the shit that I mention develop intentions beneath me? Ive been killing the sound till the sound started killing the speaker Now whatever I’m speaking keeps getting harder to keep secret Am I a mutant? Muteness mutates Write? My throats fucking frozen tight And I aint on a open mic so I dont dare drop whats inside my mind Chosen words woven but wont be spoken because I already know Im right Why keep in motion what keeps me up at night? The fucking fright of it? The lack of fight in it? The fact that despite this shit is biting me My screams just come out quietly Politely Somethings dying inside of me The whites of my eyes really keep reminding me To get high and place the paranoia outside of me Cross minded atheist midway through a prayer asking for christ to see and start guiding me Cos at the minute Im thinking the mans fighting me Advising me to go blind to see Without even asking me to confide in him whats sizing me Whats uninvitedly invited itself inside my mind and dreams I keep asking for a sign but every sign keeps lying to me faith only works when the bastard starts replying to me Like, Man, muteness mutates I confide in poems because a rhyme dont cover up my lighting, see Slice the wrists of thought and let blood pouring on my writing bleed Etch the screen with a razor blade stylus scream Horror haptics dance Am I trapped in the glass? Puncturing pixels while down dodging the past Thank you, I’m fine, this pain and your care will probably pass Possibly doing some powerful lifting as Im pretending to laugh Laugh at the list of who loves me and who just loves when I’m useful Who’d notice I vanished before being invited to my funeral swallow the spit when it gets to my throat I’m scared to admit what admitting can show Put the pressure apart from my skull Stupidly stare at these words like who the fuck wrote what I wont fuck I just dont feel alright Shit, I dont feel alright I fucking feel like shit I dont know why Im feeling like this Man, muteness mutates "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.
