words by Blitto - Music: Blitto & Esteban Veron
Produced by Blitto & Ariel Curtis


War is blood
(Stomb to my beat)

Time no time - beauty kills all of me.
Each life’s little pleasures and all of us
Are just pieces of atoms.
We’ve never been perfect, absolutely with
Words no words - They presionated you with its hates
They beneficent you with its anger.
So anybody takes me,
The girl in blue, seduced you, took her advice, it’s me.
Many like her acting like a little pretty infant.
When you run her up as ministry of information.
Pausing myself as spiders on their web.

You… Whom evokes beauty of a women’s stiletto.
Kind and true you pass by.
To meet people as they lie
People see you and touch you.
But can’t understand the desire within.`
Kind and true you listen,
To meet people as they glissen
I took what I want and I go
Who aim to say that I’m not doin`it right?
Who are you to judge what I feel?
We never see what we love when we have it around
There is only confusion when I use my mind.
Looking nowhere don `t know why,
You take my smile in your lips, in your arms
In your heart, in your hands in your mind
You’ll never know how or when Ill leave,
Or when Ill come.
I’m coming in your mind.
There is only confusion when you use your mind
Why did you gamble with the Alfa and the omega?
There is a boy who can touch me
There is a guy
The ocean floor has an eye of fire and an eyes of ice
Suddenly you`re around turning me
Pausing myself as spiders on their web
Whom evokes beauty of a women’s stiletto.
Drowning in tattoos infected by you by fools
You lie in wait for the world to awaken to your soul
You.. Kind and true as you strive.

Ate the system, ate the trees
Ate diamond, charity, your mind, your credit cards
Your transparency
I was a traveler around the rurricane
Pausing myself as spider on their web
Amen

In the name of the father
In the name of the mother, In the name of the spirit

The Ireland version includes this text by Blitto reading by Hans Larsen:
Aad systemet, doktriner,
Velgoerenheden, sindet
Kreditkortene.
Beroemtheden, gennemskueligheden
jeg var en rejsende omkring stormen
Aad programerne, add kanalerne
hvad har du, som goer dig levende?
Add det forbudte.
aad diamanterne
aad sjaelen.
blot et hul i min stemme
Amen.