Текст песни This House Alive

There are voices in the attic Wispy whispers past the cabinets Filled with tawny photographs I am stolid, i am steadfast Where there's panic, lingers relapse Oh, no; those breakdown days are done This house alive I can hear the floorboards breathe Creak, creak Are these angels come to take me? If so, i'll wave my white flag willingly I have shed my snake-skinned past Clustered flies hinder the windows For every angel there's a devil Oh no, make these voices go away I was a god-fearing boy Sure, i stumbled more than once But so did his begotten son An orphan, thrown out to the wolves Not prodigal, far worse I was hustled, i was scorned Made a criminal... But i stand here reformed There are voices in the dead of night A child screaming, "i am gemini!" Oh, what are you, and why? Are you specter? are you spirit? Am i lucid, am i losing it? Oh no, this macabre facade These walls, paper thin