Gatsbys American Dream - 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
Written by:
ROBERT EARL DARLING, RUDY BYRON GAJADHAR, KIRK CHRISTIAN HUFFMAN, NICHOLAS HUNTER NEWSHAM
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