This Ready Flesh - TR/ST

Written by：Robert Alfons/Maya Postepski

It stumbles through the dark

It's this messy messy truth

A hand in a strange hand

Which will make lovely parts

It was worth that feeling down

It's my favorite kind of low

Make believe it's wet inside

It was worthy

You can't believe it's nothing

You can't believe it's nothing

We believe it's nothing

You can't believe it's nothing

We believe it's nothing

There's a little wandering rat

In the photographic alley

He's walking to the street

Going to the bar

What's he looking for

What's he looking for

For some wondrous magic

And feeling of a hand

Promise of tomorrow

A new sensation

I've never felt before

I've never felt before

You not believe in nothing

You not believe in nothing

We believe in nothing

You're not believe in nothing

Your heart believe in nothing

Your heart believe in nothing

We believe in nothing

We will live with nothing