
Funhouse
The intro rides in on reverb-drenched surf guitar and crisp snare, joined by glistening synths and syncopated indietronica beats. Verse textures blend trap-influenced hi-hats, woozy synths, warped bass, and swirling psychedelic guitar layers. The chorus delivers lush vocal harmonies and vaportrap drops, with dynamic rollbacks to accented, groove-heavy bridges.

Funhouse
The intro rides in on reverb-drenched surf guitar and crisp snare, joined by glistening synths and syncopated indietronica beats. Verse textures blend trap-influenced hi-hats, woozy synths, warped bass, and swirling psychedelic guitar layers. The chorus delivers lush vocal harmonies and vaportrap drops, with dynamic rollbacks to accented, groove-heavy bridges.
Lyrics
Pull the curtains apart
and take a walk inside
Into the fun house, hall of mirrors.
That occupy my mind,
Distortions and illusions,
As, far, as, the, eye, can, see,
Off-beat per-cussions
Just a degree off from a dream,
Sometimes, yeah, feels like a circus,
Memory twists and turns around,
Roller-coaster got me nervous,
Need the ground, where I’m-
Safe and sound.
Hey, How much of you was real?
Did your reflection match your shape?
I feel it’s hard to imagine, and, hard, to, believe,
A distorted wound and it’s, wide, agape, and-
Welcome to the fun house
(I’m my own worst enemy)
Welcome to the fun house
(My head’s not working right for me)
Checkered flooring stained with tears,
And can’t remember the starting point
Forgot the cravings and the fears,
Return the wallet take the coins,
Feeling sick and off,
In, the, bottom, of, my, gut,
Reflections and ideas,
Forced, to, keep, my, eyes, shut,
Is this what my mind is like?
When I’m not around,
A hall of mirrors, (tap tap)
The vision doesn’t match the sound,
Hey, How much of you was real?
Did your reflection match your shape?
I feel it’s hard to imagine, and, hard, to, believe,
A distorted wound and it’s, wide, agape, and-
Welcome to the fun house
(I’m my own worst enemy)
Welcome to the fun house
(My illusions bring me to insanity)
Are you here?
Still lingerin’ round in fear?
Not that I care, but-
There’s a brain up there-
I’d like to reclaim and-
Hey, How much of you was real?
Did your reflection match your shape?
I feel it’s hard to imagine, and, hard, to, believe,
A distorted wound and it’s, wide, agape, and-
Welcome to the fun house
(welcome to the fun house)
Welcome to the fun house
(welcome to the fun house)
Welcome to the fun house
(welcome to the fun house)
Welcome to the fun house
(welcome to the fun house)
