Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Room full trouble and there's lovers to be had
Those ones who make sinners out 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
(maybe I'm not completely obnoxious)
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far