New Skin
Incubus
S.C.I.E.N.C.E. (1998)

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, 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 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