"And all we have is who we are to someone else. And all we are is what we have when we’re away from help. The ghost is closing in on me. What’s the price of admission? No gimmicks for one minute. The ghost is closing in on me. What’s the price of admission? No gimmicks for one minute. You fall in love to feel part of the crowd. You fall asleep to dream about yourself. Weighed down like vultures circling the dead. Pulling apart and bracing the life in the depths of this man. I’m not afraid of changing, but this addiction is in my blood, and enough is never enough."