Who am I?

Not made for these times This is the end my friend I wasn't made for these times (and) I want to fly away To a simpler time To a better day Who am I to believe in? Who are you to believe in me? (I'm just) a junkie, a drunkard A bastard, a monster Hiding from my sins A broken prophet From a dead end street But we live in such terrible times I gotta speak my mind 'cause inhumanity is all I see It's right in front of you It's right in front of me I testify 'cause I'm damned if I lie but... Who I to believe in? Who are you to believe in me? I wasn't made for these times And sometimes I'd like to Tear out my eyes And be blind To this world that I see