The Guilt Engine

My shame is cold like a grave but my lust is hot like an engine

Pistons that pump and a heart that thumps to the beat

But I can't wrap my head aroundSo I let my body fall instead

And I've lost the rhythm and all I'm left with

Is my regrets, can you hear the sound?Ticking, I am ticking on

Automatic I am, all the things I've done

Set to explode, I am ticking on, onWhat on earth could atone for all the wrong I've done?

From the depths, from your depths I'm crawling home again

Crawling home againI've been thinking maybe I could make this right

In fact, I know that I've got to make this right

I'm done fucking around with the guilt engineTicking, I am ticking on

Automatic I am, all the things I've done

Set to explode, I am ticking on by the bomb