The Guilt Engine Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

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 fucking 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