Depeche Mode

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