Moth In The Incubator

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 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 gettin' used to it Brain dead is how it always ends