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 that i cant wrap my head around so ill let my body fall in step and ive lost the rhythym 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 ive done set to explode, i am ticking on, on what on earth can atone for all the wrong ive done, from the depths, from the depths, i am crawling home again crawling home again ive been thinking maybe i can make this right in fact i know that ive to make this right im done fucking around with the guilt engine ticking i am ticking on, automatic i am, all the things ive done set to explode, i am ticking on, on