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
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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
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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?
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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
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