text: This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
  We tend to see that as a perk, though
  Look what its 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 its done to your friends
  Their memories are pretend
  And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
  Theres a room full of trouble and theres lovers to be had
  Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
  Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
  And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
  And were forever unfulfilled and cant think why
  Like a search for murder clues in dead mens eyes
  Forever unfulfilled and cant think why
  Like a search for murder clues in dead mens eyes
  The more you open your mouth, the more youre forcing performance
  And all the attention is leading me to feel important
  Now that were here, we may as well go too far
  Wriggling around in incidents you wont forget
  Theres certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
  Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the kiln
  And were struggling with the notion that its life, not film
  This house is a circus, berserk as fuck 
  We tend to see that as a perk, though 
  Look what its done to your friends
  Their memories are pretend 
  And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end