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