Day of Judgement - Corroded

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.