Skin of a Bear (Live at Salón Dorado)

When will we drop?

We’re living off crumbs

In a world made of bread.

The water springs.

The sacred and holy

That comes with a lottery win.

The day the fire calls our name,

The same the theory ends,

We’ll see who’s the one left to take the blame.

Singled out, pointed out

I'm getting tired of that kneeling and repenting over my mistakes.

All this madness, all this loudness

I'm the addict here waiting to be silenced by your holy wine.

(How long? How old?)

They’re fishing out souls

In an ocean of fools.

Who are you true to?

The leather you wear,

The skin of a bear.

He would wear you too.

They’re fishing out the soul in you,

You’re out of all the only one

So come over you.

Singled out, pointed out

I'm getting tired of that kneeling and repenting over my mistakes.

All this madness, all this loudness

I'm the addict here waiting to be silenced by your holy wine.

(How long? How old?)

How long?

How mad is the road to be sober you're drunk with all over.

How old?

How long?

Tell me how, tell me how much longer this wine just sits older.

How old?