Proper Skin

The swell from the storm has broken up the day
The channel, a connection point has let us all ride the wave
Its so corrosive of a trip that our suits, they begin to fray
If only we had the right amount of proper skin
We'd become the immortal founders of the land
The confidence of our minds are going numb
As shadows are the demons that shade us from the sun
But the broken are here, admitting their flaws once again
So don't deny them the passage of their worth
For tomorrow will bring us to the edge of the earth
Don't fall in
No oxygen
The walls are closing in
I'm broken
Limbs shortened
Remaining a blueprint
Removing the lines of skeleton walls

Forming bridges from our bones
As our shelters from our lives
Begin their crumble to the ground
As the dust from our soul
Blocks our vision from the glow
We die as we cower
Unless we rise from our ash and we grow
Nevermind what I told you
Rebuild
Regroup
Destroy them all
Resting up from the storm, all our proper skin has been worn