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