From the manger to the morguenStrangers are born and rebornnGiving birth to the wages of sin...nand claiming it came from withinnnWithin me there's a gaping holenAnd it seems I'm last to knownAnd no one, or thing, can fill this empty spacenthat I've been pacing innnI fell in love with an empty placenBut I want changenBut I won't changennI can't feel a thingnThe pins and needles sing...nnI can say itnBut I won't mean a thingnBecause I know you'll fall fornEach and every pretty word I sing.nnSpirits spin me around once morenSin if you sing the overturenThat lulls me back to sleepnI swear I'm yours to keepnConsumed with consumingnAnd soon I'll Swallow people wholenI'll have back what strangers stolennIf I can't find my happinessnI'll soon devour yoursnI'll sing your weary head to restnWith my overturenBecause I fell in love with that empty placenBut I want yoursnBut I want yoursnnFor it I fellnFor it I fell so fastnFor it I fellnFor it I fell so hardnFor it I fellnFor it I fell so fastnFor it I fell, I fell for itnnWe lose ourselves once more