Paroles
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
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
And 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 though, look (And can’t think why) 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