Senses Fail - Lungs Like Gallows | Текст песни

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• 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?
Go put your faith in the desert sand

The wind is always blowing
There are gallows deep inside my lungs
That's where I hung ambition

Is it luck that's 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
Give me seven more!

I give blood, not for the cause
But to slowly give up the person I was
Holding my breath won't help, everything went to hell
So now I steal back pennies from the well because my wishes failed
I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost

Is it luck that's 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
Give me seven more!

I don't need you, 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
'Cause I don't need your attention!

Is it luck that's 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
Give me seven more!

I don't need you, I'm not that desperate!
I don't need you, I'm not that desperate yet!