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 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