My shame is cold like a grave but my lust is hot like an engine
Pistons that pump and a heart that thumps to a beat
That I can’t wrap my head around
So I let my body fall in step
But then I’ve lost the rhythm 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 I’ve done
Set to explode, I am ticking on
My guilt is the albatross hanging from my neck
If my hunger is a song then my scheming is melodic
It has a very sweet hook
Can you hear the sound
What on earth can atone for all the wrong I’ve done
From the depths from the depths I’m 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