I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
I'm not the one
Whatever I've done
Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Looks in need of sleep
That doesn't come?
Been staring down the barrel of a gun
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who's longing for some rest
And feeling numb
Been staring down the barrel of a gun
I'm not the one
I'm not the one
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside
The vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won't be satisfied
Won't be denied
I'm not the one
Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done
Whatever I've done

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