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Do you mean this horny creep 
Set upon weary feet 
Who looks in need for 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 he 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 he 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