What I am is not who I am
I'm buried in this suit of skin
What you see is not what you get
I'm drowning here, deep within

My appearance casts no shade
I am a blue sky that turned to gray
I am not thunder, nor am I rain
I'm not a Golem but still made out of clay

The Day of Judgement
Cursing loud at the sky
Screaming: Why?

The Day of Judgement
Had no purpose, see? No goal
I turn black into coal

What I am is contradiction in terms
My apparition still unseen
Monochromatic, not black or white
Please hear my silent scream

Who I am is not for me to say
Her belly shivers as I walk in shame
I am a clown, but without relief
What you get is who I became

The Day of Judgement
Cursing loud at the sky
Screaming: Why?

The Day of Judgement
Had no purpose, see? No goal
I turn black into coal

A picture clear as the day
Came to me, that's where I heard you say
You were chosen, but not the one
You were ripped, but you came undone