This Ready Flesh کے بول

It stumbles through the dark, it's this messy messy truth I have been a strange hand with too many rolling pikes It was worth that feeling, though, it's my favorite kind of love May believe it's wack inside, it was worth it 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 wondering 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 someone who's magic, a feeling of a hand Honest, so temble, a new sensation I've never felt before, I've never felt before You can't believe in nothing You can't believe in nothing We believe in nothing You can't believe in nothing You can't believe in nothing You can't believe in nothing We believe in nothing We believe in nothing