Do you mean this ^^&$#* 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