My Autoclave - Lyrics ©HartOz 2026 [Intro: Sound of heavy hydraulic door locking, pressurized steam hissing rhythmically, creepy carnival organ starts slow then drops into a heavy industrial boom-bap beat] [Verse 1: Rapid-fire manic delivery, distinct Russian accent, bass-heavy groove] First vinyl in the crate, black circle, heavy weight Twenty-twenty-six, we march toward the date But the air outside is thick with unseen teeth Microscopic armies lurking underneath Pack the van? *Nyet!* Not until we scrub Every inch of plastic, every single hub Paranoia? Maybe. But I see the grime Crawling on the suitcase, committing the crime Get the vessel ready, lock the chamber tight We do not sleep in dirty beds tonight! [Pre-Chorus: Tempo accelerates, accordion melody entwines with chugging guitars, rising tension] Turn the dial, watch the needle climb (Tik-tak, Tik-tak) We act as gods, freezing rot and time (Tik-tak, Tik-tak) *Chisto!* (Clean!) Boil the water till the spirits scream! [Chorus: Huge Anthemic Metal, Operatic soaring vocals layered with low guttural growls] My Autoclave! My Savior! My Mechanical God! Purge the wicked bacteria from the soil we trod! One hundred twenty-one degrees to strip the sin Open up the pores and let the scalding vapor in! Sanitized salvation in a steel cocoon We orbit round the fire like a sterile moon! [Verse 2: Choppy rhythmic rapping, aggressive tone, industrial percussion clanking] Venues are filthy, the sticky beer floor I will not sing a note until you clean the door! Put the tickets in the basket, cook them all If the paper burns to ash, then we cancel the hall! Fans want a signature? *Ostatochno!* (Enough!) Put the sharpie in the tank, treat it rigid and rough We are touring in a bubble, a hermetic seal If you want to hear the music, you must pass the ordeal *Zaraza* (Infection) waits on the hands of the crowd Only steamed souls are allowed to be loud! [Bridge: Call and response, chaotic circus time signature, manic spoken word shifting to screams] Is it hot enough? (*Da! Da!*) Is the pressure high? (*Da! Da!*) *Bozhe moy!* The gauge is twitching red! If we open it too soon, we are surely dead! The gasket is groaning, the metal is weak I hear the hiss of a forbidden leak! Wait... Wait... *Bystree!* (Faster!) IT'S GOING TO BLOW! [Breakdown: Insane tempo, blast beats mixed with distorted accordion, sounds of metal shearing and alarms] [Guttural Roar] CATASTROPHIC FAILURE! THE SEAL IS BROKEN! THE GERMS ARE FLOODING IN! BREATHE THE FILTH! BREATHE IT! [Outro: Slowing down to a sludge metal pace, dissonant organ notes fading out] My god is dead... Buried in rust... We return... To dust. *Konets.* (The End.) [Sound of a final, pathetic puff of steam and a metal clank]
