This house is a circus, beserk 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, beserk 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 walls make sinners out of such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
In here normally you slip 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 man’s eyes

The more you open your mouth the more you're forcing performance
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 an incident 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, beserk 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