Something in youit jitters like a moth
And I see that your arms are out to god
And ohthey 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 beforeI’m pretty used to it
Brain-dead is always all there is
So embryonic it’s all right (2x)
I’ve been born beforeI’m gettin’ used to it
Brain-dead is how it always ends