In for the kill, I stalked my target, then strolled to my escape at the stroke of five. Ruin of the mill, I showed no mercy, one cheap trance away from perfect harmony. But I must have lost my way between work and play, Now everyone around me is a double-agent. I can't see the home for walls one mask fits all. Now everyone I know is double-agent, so who are you? Disengage the twetty phone-voice and leave the clown suite on the hook just for tonight. To find home that you've got to run it bare-foot, tired of tip-toeing through empty compromise. we're all imposters. Did you ever lose your way?