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 I 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



We lose ourselves once more