Senses Fail - Lungs Like Gallows

I give blood
that i broke from myself that i get better to someone else
is what makes a man the dirt on his hands
to put your faith in the desert sand
the winners always....
there are gallows deep inside my minds
the clear i hung ambitioin
is it love thats knocking right on my back door?
because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984
i walk under ladders, i spill salt on sores
and i open my umbrella even when i am indoors
getting seven more

I give blood without any cause but wish i could give up the person i was
holding my breath would help everhthing went to hell so now i still from the....
i am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost
is it love that's knocking right on my backdoor?
because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984
i walk under ladders i spill salt on sores
and i open my umbrella even when i'm indoors
getting seven more

i don't need a ....20 years of naming that cuz i'm not done screaming it you can call up the intervention
cuz i don't need your attention

is it love that's knocking right on my backdoor?
because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984
i walk under ladders
i spill salt on sores
and i open my unbrella even when i'm indoors