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