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.
A vicious appetite visits me each night,
and wont be satisfied wont 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 Ive done
Is leading me to conclude
I'm not the one.
Is there something you need from me?
are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be Your holy one.

Whatever Ive done

Ive been staring down the barrel of a gun