New Skin

At first, I see an open wound Infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe It cries to be renewed, "Please renew me!" Its tears are the color of anger They dry to form a scab To the touch, it's stiff and resilient Underneath, the new skin breathes, yeah It's all been saved, with the exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? As outwardly cliché as it may seem Yes, something under the surface says, "C'est la vie" There is a circle, it is a plan Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again Look closely at the open wound See past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe Creation takes the stage, so Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again It's all been saved, with the exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? It's all been seen, with the exception for what could be When will we be new skin? Until the twentieth century Reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear Since the initial publication of the chart of electromagnetic spectrum Humans have learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear Is less than one-millionth of reality Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions Do mold our decisions So stop and take a look, and you'll see what I see now Now! It's all been saved, with the exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? It's all been seen, with the exception for what could be When will we be new skin? Skin