Incubus

Letra de New Skin

Letras de Incubus

"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 breathe.
 
 Its 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 the open wound...
 see past what covers the surface
 Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
 creation takes the stage.
 
 Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again.
 Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again.
 Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again.
 
 Its all been saved...
 with the exception for the right parts.
 When will we be new skin?
 
 Its 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 publication of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans 
 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.
 
 Its all been saved...
 with the exception for the right parts.
 When will we be new skin?
 
 Its all been seen...
 with the exception for what could be.
 When will we be new skin?