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My shame is cold like a grave
But my l*st is hot like an engine
With pistons that pump
And a heart that thumps to the beat
But I cant wrap my head around
So I let my body fall instead
Ive lost the rhythm
All Im left with is my regrets
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...
What on earth can atone for all the wrong Ive done?
From the depths, from your depths Im crawling home again
Im crawling home again
Ive been thinking maybe I can make this right
In fact, I know that Ive got to make this right
Im done fking around with the guilt engine
Ticking, I am ticking on
Automatic I am all the things Ive done