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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 From Letras Mania