Depeche Mode

Do you mean this horny creep
set upon weary feet
who looks in need of sleep
that doesn’t come

Mmmmmm, hmmmmm

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

Mmmmm, hmmmmm

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 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
Whatever I’ve done
what ever, what ever

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
Whatever I’ve done
whatever, whatever
I’ve been staring down
the barrel of a gun