Lungs Like Gallows

Senses Fail - Lungs Like Gallows

I give blood to prove to myself

That I can matter to somebody else.

Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?

If so, don't put your faith in the desert sand,

There are gallows deep inside my lungs,

Thats where I hung ambition.

Is it luck that's knocking 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.

So give me seven more.

Is it luck that's knocking 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.

So give me seven more.

I don't need her. I'm not that desperate.

Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then.

Cause I'm not done screaming yet.

You can call off the intervention.

Is it luck that's knocking 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.

So give me seven more.