Gatsbys American Dream - The Guilt Engine Lyrics

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
That i cant wrap my head around

So ill let my body fall in step
And ive lost the rhythym and all i am left with
Is my regret, can you hear the sound?

Ticking i am ticking on,
Automatic i am, all the things ive done
Set to explode, i am ticking on, on

What on earth can atone for all the wrong ive done,
From the depths, from the depths, i am crawling home again
Crawling home again

Ive been thinking maybe i can make this right
In fact i know that ive to make this right
Im done f*cking around with the guilt engine

Ticking i am ticking on,
Automatic i am, all the things ive done
Set to explode, i am ticking on, on