This Ready Flesh

It stumbles through the dark, It's this messy messy treatment I have been a strange hand With too many rollie pikes, It was worth that feeling though It's my favorite kind of love, May believe it swag 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 photograph of Harry He's walking to the street What's he looking for? What's he looking for? For some on piece magic And feel it around Oh I'm so tremble, 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