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