From the manger to the morgue Strangers are born and reborn Giving birth to the wages of sin... and claiming it came from within
Within me there's a gaping hole And it seems I'm last to know And no one, or thing, can fill this empty space that I've been pacing in
I fell in love with an empty place But I want change But I won't change
I can't feel a thing The pins and needles sing...
"I can say it But it won't mean a thing Because I know you'll fall for Each and every pretty word I sing."
Spirits spin me around once more Sin if you sing the overture That lulls me back to sleep I swear I'm yours to keep Consumed with consuming And soon I'll Swallow people whole I'll have back what strangers stole
If I can't find my happiness I'll soon devour yours I'll sing your weary head to rest With my overture Because I fell in love with that empty place But I want yours But I want yours
For it I fell For it I fell so fast For it I fell For it I fell so hard For it I fell For it I fell so fast For it I fell, I fell for it