swallow people whole

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, can fill this empty space that i’ve been pacing in. i fell in love with a 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 around me 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 space. but i want yours. i want yours.

for it i fell. for it i fell so fast. for it i fell so hard. for it i fell so fast. for it i fell, i fell for it.