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Something in you, it jitters like a moth (it jitters like a moth)
And I see, that your arms are out to God (to God)
And oh-oh (and eh-eh), they kill you when they talk (when they talk)
Makes a mountain peak, seem little when it's not (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 (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
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