This house is a circus

This house is a circus, bezerk 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, bezerk 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 our of such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze In any anomaly you slip into familiar ways We're forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead men's eyes We're 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 All the attention is leading me to feel important Now that we're here we may as well go too far Now that we're here we may as well go too far …This house is a circus, bezerk as fuck (We're forever unfulfilled) We tend to see that as a perk though look (And can't think why) what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend and the last thing (Like a search for murder clues) that want is for the feeling to end.