Cocktail Party

A blocked passage: I'm a barricade
Arrows in my future, the city is a church
I don't know its saints; I am the outcast

Are you trying to be someone else?
There is too much to confess
Enjoy the ritual of the fair: come on stage everywhere

A complete failure: commonplace lines
Supposed Midas, whoever saw the gold?
The air is full of words, an empty mind and soul

The hell of the rest of your life:
Everybody knows your frailties
But nobody knows who you are

Are you trying to be someone else?
There is too much to confess
Enjoy the ritual of the fair: come on stage everywhere
So I don't know who killed your mask
Now there's no shadow of your past
So have another drink meanwhile
I'll be the next to victimize