Who Am I?
by Ramallah· from But a Whimper
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