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 walls will make sinners out of such lovely lads
 Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
 And in the anomaly, you'll 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 men's eyes
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 The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance
 And all the attention is leading me to feel important
 (Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious now)
 Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
 Wringling 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 (and can't think why)
 Though, 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