The Guilt Engine

The Guilt Engine

Gatsby´s American Dream
(album: Volcano)

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 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...