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.
