At first I see an open wound Infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe It cries to be renewed (shout is incomprehensible) It's 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 It's 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 It's all been saved With 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 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 It's all been seen 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