At first I see an open wound   Infected and disastrous   It breathes chaotic catastrophe   It cries to be renewed   [Incomprehensible]      Its tears are the color of anger   They dry to form a scab   To the touch it's stiff and resilient   To underneath the new skin breathe      Its all been saved   With the exception for the right parts   When will we be new skin?      As outwardly cliche as it may seem   Yes, something under the surface says   "C'est la vie", it is a circle, there 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      Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again   Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again   Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again      Its all been saved   With exception for the right parts   When will we be new skin?      Its all been seen   With the exception for what could be   When will we be new skin?      Until the 20th century, reality was everything   Humans could touch, smell, see and hear   Since the initial publication   Of the charged electromagnetic spectrum   Humans learned that what they can touch   Smell, see, and here 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      Its all been seen   With the exception for the right parts   When will we be new skin?      Its all been seen   With the exception for what could be   When will we be new skin? Skin