This house is a circus, berserk as fucknWe tend to see that as a perk though. LooknWhat it's done to your friends their memories are pretendnAnd the last thing they want is for the feeling to endnThis house is a circus, berserk as fucknWe tend to see that as a perk though. LooknWhat it's done to your friends their memories are pretendnAnd the last thing they want is for the feeling to endnnLooking for trouble and there's lovers to be hadnThose ones next to us are such lovely ladsnScaling the corridors for maidens in the mazenAnd the anomaly is slipping into familiar waysnAnd we're forever unfulfillednCan't think whynLike a search for murder cluesnIn dead man's eyesnForever unfulfillednAnd can't think whynLike a search for murder cluesnIn dead man's eyesnnThe more you open your mouthnThe more you're forcing performancenAll the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious)nNow that we're here, we may as well go too farnnWriggling around just so that you won't forgetnThere's certainly some venom in the looks that you collectnAimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queuenStruggling with the notion that it's life not filmnnThis house is a circus, berserk as fucknWe tend to see that as a perk though. LooknWhat it's done to your friends their memories are pretendnAnd the last thing they want is for the feeling to endnThis house is a circus, berserk as fucknWe tend to see that as a perk though. LooknWhat it's done to your friends their memories are pretendnAnd the last thing they want is for the feeling to end