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 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 they want is for the feeling to end. Looking for trouble and there's lovers to be had. Those ones next to us are such lovely lads. Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze. And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways. And we're forever unfulfilled. Can't think why. Like a search for murder clues. In dead man's eyes. Forever unfulfilled. And can't think why. Like a search for murder clues. In dead man's eyes. The more you open your mouth. The more you're forcing performance. All the attention is leading me to feel important. (completely obnoxious). Now that we're here we may as well go too far. Wriggling around just so that you won't forget. There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect. Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue. Struggling with the notion that it's life not film. 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 they want is for the feeling to end