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 instead   I’ve lost the rhythm   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   I’m crawling home again   I’ve been thinking maybe I can make this right   In fact, I know 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   Like a bomb