| Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes
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| As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize
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| Maybe it’s the heat in here, maybe it’s the pressure
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| You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better
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| I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
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| And no one in her right mind would make my home her home
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| My heart’s an autoclave
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| My heart’s an autoclave (x2)
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| When I try to open up to you I get completely lost
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| Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost
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| And I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn
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| And there’s no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn
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| And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
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| And no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home
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| My heart’s an autoclave
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| My heart’s an autoclave (x2)
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| I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls
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| On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls
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| And the dream went on forever, one single static frame
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| Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name
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| I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
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| And no one in her right mind would make her home my home
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| My heart’s an autoclave
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| My heart’s an autoclave (x2) |