This House Is a Circus

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 for the trouble and there's lovers to be had

Those ones that make sinners out of such lovely lads

Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze

And then 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 man'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

And all the attention is leading me to feel important (Completely obnoxious, keep me obnoxious)

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 queue

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 (And 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