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 day of 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 loudness, all this madness I'm the addict here waiting to be silenced By your holy wine. 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 loudness, all this madness I'm the addict here waiting to be silenced