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