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 
   
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