Something in you, it jitters like a moth
And I see that your arms are out to God
And oh, they kill you when they talk
It makes a mountain peak seem little when it`s not
Your incubator is so tight (2x)
I`ve been born before, I`m pretty used to it
Brain-dead is always all there is
So embryonic it`s all right (2x)
I`ve been born before, I`m gettin` used to it
Brain-dead is how it always ends
