Gaslight
Emilie Autumn Lyrics


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The wheels are turning
Broken machinery
It grinds below us
And all around I see
The crooked ceiling
The old familiar halls
The dirty paper
That’s covering the walls
The shattered staircase
The bed I’m bleeding in
We’ve tried to fight this
But we can never win

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

He takes my picture
Although I don’t know why
His hands are shaking
Although I see him try
To look collected
He thinks it doesn’t show
We are connected
But what he doesn’t know
Is when the guard comes
To take me away
I will be tortured
Until the break of day

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

He’s at the window
He’s always looking down
As we are beaten
How can this fucking town
Not know what’s happening
To all their little girls
They’ve got the Pirate
They’re cutting off her curls
And she is screaming
They won’t leave her alone
And I am dreaming
Of joys I’ve never known

At least I’m breathing
At least I have my wits
But when the cart comes
Who’s buried in the pits
Below my window
I hear a horse go by
And in the next cell
An inmate starts to cry
We try our best though
To quiet down the fuss
We know tomorrow
It could be one of us

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home




And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home…

Overall Meaning

Emilie Autumn's song "Gaslight" tells a story of a woman trapped in a mental institution, where she is subjected to torture and abuse from the staff. The song paints a vivid picture of the environment she is in, with the "broken machinery" and "crooked ceiling" symbolizing the brokenness of the system she is trapped in. She tries to find comfort in the gaslight that brings both life and death, but she is constantly being watched and nothing feels alright.


The woman is not alone in her suffering, as she describes the other inmates and their pain. The man who takes her picture shows his own fear and lack of control in the situation. Despite their connection, he doesn't know what will happen to her when the guards come to take her away. The lyrics suggest that the town is also complicit in what is happening, as they don't seem to be aware or care about the abuse of their "little girls."


The song is a powerful commentary on the abuse of power and the need for a society to take care of its most vulnerable members. The gaslight becomes a metaphor for the destructive nature of these power dynamics, where life and death are intertwined, and where those in power can control and manipulate the perceptions of those they abuse.


Line by Line Meaning

The wheels are turning
Things are in motion


Broken machinery
Things are not working as they should


It grinds below us
The situation is causing discomfort


And all around I see
The surroundings are just as bad


The crooked ceiling
The place is not structurally sound


The old familiar halls
The place is well-known but not a place of comfort


The dirty paper
The surroundings are unclean


That’s covering the walls
The walls are damaged and need repair


The shattered staircase
The place is not secure, and the stairs are broken


The bed I’m bleeding in
The place is physically harming the artist


We’ve tried to fight this
Attempts have been made to better the situation


But we can never win
These attempts have failed


And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
The singer is in a dangerous place


If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
The situation is life-threatening


And so I hold tight to any hands I see
The singer seeks comfort in others


But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
The artist feels unsafe and watched


And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
No one is going to rescue the artist


He takes my picture
The singer is being documented


Although I don’t know why
The reason is unknown to the singer


His hands are shaking
The person taking the picture is nervous or afraid


Although I see him try
The person taking the picture is attempting to be collected


To look collected
The person taking the picture is trying to stay calm


He thinks it doesn’t show
The person taking the picture believes they are hiding their emotions


We are connected
The artist and the photographer have a relationship


But what he doesn’t know
There is something the photographer is unaware of


Is when the guard comes
When the guard arrives


To take me away
The singer is being moved elsewhere


I will be tortured
The artist will be harmed


Until the break of day
For a long time


He’s at the window
Somebody is watching from outside


He’s always looking down
The person watching is focused downwards


As we are beaten
The artist and others are being physically abused


How can this fucking town
The artist is questioning the safety of the town


Not know what’s happening
The town is unaware of the ongoing abuse


To all their little girls
The abuse is happening to young girls


They’ve got the Pirate
Somebody has been captured by the abusers


They’re cutting off her curls
The abusers are doing something cruel and damaging


And she is screaming
The victim is in pain and vocalizing it


They won’t leave her alone
The victim is being repeatedly abused


And I am dreaming
The artist is imagining a better life


Of joys I’ve never known
The artist has never experienced happiness


At least I’m breathing
The singer is still alive


At least I have my wits
The singer is still mentally sound


But when the cart comes
When the transport arrives


Who’s buried in the pits
Somebody will be buried


Below my window
The artist can hear activity outside


I hear a horse go by
A sound is audible nearby


And in the next cell
Another person is nearby


An inmate starts to cry
The person in the next cell begins to cry


We try our best though
Efforts are being made


To quiet down the fuss
To reduce the noise


We know tomorrow
There is an awareness of the future


It could be one of us
Any of them could be harmed next




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