New Skin           
             
At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous 
It breathes chaotic catastrophe it cries to be renewed 
Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab To touch 
It's 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 
It's all been saved with exception for the right parts 
When will we be new skin' 
It's all been seen with esception 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

             
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