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
Your incubator is so tight

I've been born before, I'm pretty used to it
Brain-dead is always all there is

So embryonic it's all right
So embryonic it's all right

I've been born before, I'm getting used to it
Brain-dead is how it always ends

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): MICHAEL IVINS, RONALD JONES, STEVEN DROZD, WAYNE COYNE