Senses Fail - Lungs Like Gallows скачать видео бесплатно

Band: Senses Fail

Album: Life is Not a Waiting Room

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 you're 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 creath 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.

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, I don't need your attention.