Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
Forever unfulfilled
(Can't think why)
(Maybe I'm not just completely obnoxious)
Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
And can't think why
Like a search for murder clues
(Like a search for murder clues)
In dead man's eyes
Wriggling around in it just so that you won't forget
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
(We're forever unfulfilled)
And we're struggling with the notion that it's life not film

And all the attention is leading me to feel important

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had

Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend
There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
The more you're forcing performance
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end
Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend
We tend to see that as a perk though

Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
Can't think why
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end

Like a search for murder clues
And we're forever unfulfilled
In dead man's eyes
And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end

Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue
The more you open your mouth
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
We tend to see that as a perk though