Lyrics New Skin

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
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 stage.

Its all been saved
With exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen with exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?

Fallacious cognitions
Spewed from televisions
Do mold our decisions
So stop and take a look
And you'll see what I see now.