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