This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk, though
Look what it's done to your friends
Their memories are pretend
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk, though
Look what it's done to your friends
Their memories are pretend
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had
Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why
Like a search for murder clues in dead men's eyes
Forever unfulfilled and can't think why
Like a search for murder clues in dead men's eyes
The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance
And all the attention is leading me to feel important (give me obnoxious, give me obnoxious now)
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
Wriggling around in incidents you won't forget
There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the kiln
And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (we're forever unfulfilled)
We tend to see that as a perk, though (can't think why)
Look what it's done to your friends
Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues)
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
