| Song | Autoclave |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Heretic Pride |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 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 |