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 out 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

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