Lost his way. Crippled thoughts for a crippled heart. Shakes hands with his pain, hoping it will make him numb. Does not need morphine. Will not be appearing live. Rejecting misinformation. Tears. Crooked emotions are killing me. Look around at the wasteland. Look around at your legacy. Working up the will to kill the song that keeps running through his head. Spin the wheel, maybe you will win a prize.