Do you mean this horny creep

Set upon weary feet

Who looks in need of sleep

That doesn't come



This twisted, tortured mess

This bed of sinfulness

Who's longing for some rest

And feeling numb



What do you expect of me

What is it you want

Whatever you've planned for me

I'm not the one



A vicious appetite

Visits me each night

And won't be satisfied

Won't be denied



An unbearable pain

A beating in my brain

That leaves the mark of Cain

Right here inside



What am I supposed to do

When everything that I've done

Is leading me to conclude

I'm not the one



Whatever I've done

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun



Is there something you need from me

Are you having your fun

I never agreed to be

Your holy one



Whatever I've done

I've been staring down the barrel of a gun