From the manager 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 and empty place But I want change But I won't change I can't feel a thing The pins and needles sing... "I can it But it wont 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 The 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 wan't 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 I fell for it, I fell for it We lose ourselves once more