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