Besedila: Najwa Nimri. No Blood. I Have No Blood.

Someone in my spirit
Mixing up my veins (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 veins

Silence

I have no blood (x4)

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 veins
Silence

I have no blood (x2)

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

Someone in my spirit
Mixing up my veins
Silence

I have no blood (x4)

Someone is trying mixing up my pains (x2)

I have no blood (x4)