Moth in the Incubator - The Flaming Lips

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 gettin' used to it

Brain-dead is how it always ends