Lyrics
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)
