| Weighed down like vultures circling the dead. |
| Pulling apart and embracing the life in the depths of this man. |
| Pulling teeth with sharpened beaks from the stones. |
| Raise your glass for the end is near. |
| Raise your glass to a life of fear. |
| 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’re building a circus, a haven |
| To shelter your deepest secrets and your darkest demons. |
| You’re feeding a monster, but enough is enough. |
| You’ve taken this too far and I don’t know who you are. |
| 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 away from help. |
| All we have is who we are to someone else. |
| 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. |