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
Because 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
So 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
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
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
So give me seven more
I don't need her
I'm not that desperate
I don't need her
I'm not that desperate