From the manger [C5#]to the morgue[B5] Strangers are bo[C5#]rn and reborn[B5][Asus] Giving b[C5#]irth to the wage[B5]s of sin...[Asus] and clai[C5#]ming it came[B5] from wi[Asus]thin [C5#]Within me there's a gapin[B5]g hole And it s[C5#]eems I'm last t[B5]o know And no one[C5#], or thing, can fill t[B5]his empty space[Asus] that I've been...