Текст песни Depeche Mode -  Barrel Of A Gun   
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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