Lungs Like Gallows

I give bloodthat i broke from myself that i get better to someone elseis what makes a man the dirt on his handsto put your faith in the desert sandthe winners always....there are gallows deep inside my mindsthe clear i hung ambitioinis it love thats knocking right on my back door?because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984i walk under ladders, i spill salt on soresand i open my umbrella even when i am indoorsgetting seven moreI give blood without any cause but wish i could give up the person i washolding 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 ghostis it love that's knocking right on my backdoor?because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984i walk under ladders i spill salt on soresand i open my umbrella even when i'm indoorsgetting seven morei don't need a ....20 years of naming that cuz i'm not done screaming it you can call up the interventioncuz i don't need your attentionis it love that's knocking right on my backdoor?because i've been breaking mirrors since 1984i walk under laddersi spill salt on soresand i open my unbrella even when i'm indoors