Vices

They shake the earth, they're our vices.
This house is heavy and breathing.
Watch it flicker, shimmer and pulse.
Oh and I can't stand it....

And she won't sleep, with their voices.
Uneasy and constantly peering, biting and teething.

Ancient robbers, release me.
You've stolen far too many terror filled sleepless nights.
Oh I can't fucking stand it….

Calm your spirit, calm and breath out all your life.
We can hear you waking, and mirroring the Holy Ghost.

They shake the earth, they're our vices.
She vacates silent, yet doused and draped with light.
Oh I can't stand it.