verse
At first, I see an open wound
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
It cries to be renewed, "Please renew me!"
Its tears are the color of anger
To the touch, it's stiff and resilient
Underneath, the new skin breathes, yeah
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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
chorus
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
chorus
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?
Writer(s): Michael Aaron Einziger, Alex Katunich, Jose Anthony Pasillas, Brandon Charles Boyd, Gavin Koppel