Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyesnAs my last chance to feel human begins to vaporizenMaybe it’s the heat in here, maybe it’s the pressurenYou ought to head for the exits, the sooner the betternnI am this great, unstable mass of blood and foamnAnd no one in her right mind would make my home her homenMy heart’s an autoclavenMy heart’s an autoclavennWhen I try to open up to you I get completely lostnHouses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frostnAnd I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turnnAnd there’s no light anywhere, and nothing left to burnnnAnd I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foamnAnd no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its homenMy heart’s an autoclavenMy heart’s an autoclavennI dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skullsnOn a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagullsnAnd the dream went on forever, one single static framenSometimes you want to go where everybody knows your namennAnd I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foamnAnd no one in her right mind would make her home my homenMy heart’s an autoclavenMy heart’s an autoclaven