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