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Autoclave

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C  C/B  Am  G

C            C/B          Am           G
Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes
      C                    C/B    Am          G
As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize
C              C/B           Am                 G
Maybe it’s the heat in here, maybe it’s the pressure
F
You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better


          C         C/B   Am                 G
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
    C              C/B             Am                G
And no one in her right mind would make my home her home
              F
My heart’s an autoclave
              C
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 its 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