I Have No Blood

Someone in my spirit
Mixing up my pains (fuck!)

We're lost in our bones
And the happy world of meat
Lasting, lasting, lasting

And real visceral feelings making company
You're becoming a Big Mac

Sit on my table
And knocking on my door
Silence, silence

Someone in my spirit
Mixing up my pains

Silence

I have no blood
I have no blood
I have no blood
I have no blood

And real visceral feelings making company
You're becoming a Big Mac

We're lost in our bones
And the happy world of meat
Lasting, lasting, lasting

Sit on my table (Sit on my table)
Knocking on my door
Silence, silence
Someone in my spirit
Mixing up my pains
Silence

I have no blood
I have no blood

Sit on my table (Sit on my table)
And knocking on my door
Silence, silence
Someone in my spirit
Mixing up my pains
Silence

I have no blood
I have no blood
I have no blood
I have no blood

Someone is triying mixing up my pains
Someone is triying mixing up my pains
Ah, ahhhh, ahhh

Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh

I have no blood (Someone is triying mixing...)
I have no blood (... up my pains)
I have no blood (Someone is triying mixing...)
I have no blood (... up my pains)



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Jean Arriaga, Najwa Nimri Urruticoechea
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