Autoclave

Autoclave - The Mountain Goats

Written by：John Darnielle

Hand me your hand let me look in your eyes

As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize

Maybe it's the heat in here maybe it's the pressure

You ought to head for the exits the sooner the better

I am this great unstable mass of blood and foam

And no one in her right mind

Would make her home my home

My heart's an autoclave

My heart's an autoclave

When I try to open up to you I get completely lost

Houses swallowed by the earth windows thick with frost

And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn

And there's no light anywhere

And nothing left to burn

And I am this great

Unstable mass of blood and foam

And no emotion that's worth having

Could call my heart it's home

My heart's an autoclave

My heart's an autoclave

I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls

On a cliff above the ocean howling wind and shrieking seagulls

And the dream went on forever one single static frame

Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name

And I am this great

Unstable mass of blood and foam

And no one in her right mind

Would make her home my home

My heart's an autoclave

My heart's an autoclave