The Switch

My footprints are starving The coldness is carving Scars of decay in my soul I'm lost in illusion And found in confusion When losing myself is the goal We are born to lose But I feel this itch since ever I first died Whatever it is I choose I feel there's a switch from which I can not hide My shadow is bleeding The sunrise is healing The wounds of the traumatised sky But when october gets cold And runs out of gold My gods will be begging to die We are born to lose But I feel this itch since ever I first died Whatever it is I choose I feel there's a switch I can not help but find