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