At first I see an open wound Infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe It cries to be renewed It's tears are the color of anger They dry to form a scab To the touch, it's stiff and resilient Underneath, the new skin breaths 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 that open wound See past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe Creation takes the stage 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 20th century Reality was everything Humans could touch Smell, see, and hear Since the initial Provocation of the Charted 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 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?