Gatsby's American Dream - The Guilt Engine lyrics

My shame is cold like a grave But my lust is hot like an engine With 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 in step 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... What on earth can 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 can make this right In fact, I know that I've got to make this right I'm done f**ing 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 Like a bomb...