“Autopilot Soul” is a rap-metal requiem for the emotionally hollowed-out survivor who keeps moving through the daily grind despite a heart on mute: feelings have clocked out, color has bled away, and the inner fire is just embers, yet the body—fueled by sheer ancestral momentum, muscle memory, and the ghost of 60,000 years of “never stop”—still punches the clock, fakes the spark, and rolls forward on fumes, proving that even when the soul goes numb, the bloodline’s engine refuses to stall.

Autopilot Soul

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Autopilot Soul

Wayne Mathison