Incubus - New Skin

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?