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 around So 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, on What on earth could atone for all the wrong I've done? From the depths, from your depths I'm crawling home again Crawling home again I've been thinking maybe I could make this right In fact, I know that I've got to make this right I'm done f**king around with the guilt engine Ticking, I am ticking on Automatic I am, all the things I've done Set to explode, I am ticking on by the bomb