TR/ST
This Ready Flesh
[Verse 1: Robert Alfons]
It stumbles through the dark
It's this messy, messy truth
I have been a strange hand
With too many moving parts
It was worth that feeling, though
It's my favorite kind of nerve
Make-believe it's wet inside
It was worth it

[Chorus: Robert Alfons]
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

[Verse 2: Maya Postepski]
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 someone who's magic
A feeling of a hand
Arm is a temple
A new sensation
I've never felt before
I've never felt before
[Chorus: Maya Postepski]
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