New Skinv2

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, its stiff and resilient

Underneath, the new skin breathes, yeah

It's all been saved

With the exception for the right parts

But when will we be new skin?

As outwardly cliche 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

But when will we be new skin?

It's all been seen

With the exception for what could be

But when will we be new skin?

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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

But when will we be new skin?

It's all been seen

With the exception for what could be

But when will we be new skin?

Skin...