I give bloodnThat I broke from myself that I get better to someone elsenIs what makes a man the dirt on his handsnTo put your faith in the desert sandnThe winners alwaysnnThere are gallows deep inside my mindsnThe clear I hung ambitionnIs it love that's knocking right on my back door?nBecause I've been breaking mirrors since 1984nI walk under ladders, I spill salt on soresnAnd I open my umbrella even when I am indoorsnGetting seven morennI give blood without any cause but wish I could give up the person I wasnHolding my breath would help everything went to hell so now I still from thennI am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghostnIs it love that's knocking right on my backdoor?nBecause I've been breaking mirrors since 1984nI walk under ladders I spill salt on soresnAnd I open my umbrella even when I'm indoorsnGetting seven morennI don't need a, 20 years of naming that cause I'm not done screaming it you can call up the interventionnCause I don't need your attentionnnIs it love that's knocking right on my backdoor?nBecause I've been breaking mirrors since 1984nI walk under laddersnI spill salt on soresnAnd I open my umbrella even when I'm indoors