Lungs Like Gallows Lyrics - Life Is Not A Waiting Room - Senses Fail

I give blood to prove to myself that I can matter to somebody else. 

Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands? 

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. 

Give me seven more. 

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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 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! 

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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 her I'm not that desperate! 

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