Killing

Birds are circling above

They're called back to a waiting glove

Oh, why don't they

fly away?

Surely they have guessed by now

There is no gun to shoot them down

And still they stay

for what they say

Are we killing them with lies?

Are they fighting for their lives?

Killing them with thoughts?

Can we never get enough?

Killing them are we killing killing every single feeling?

It's a trained response

Birds are circling above

They're called back to a waiting glove

This sordid game

It fears my name

I have worshiped some false gods

I run to them like Pavlov's dogs

To hide my shame

and fan the flame

Are we killing them with lies?

Are they fighting for their lives?

Killing them with thoughts?

Can we never get enough?

Killing them are we killing killing every single feeling?

It's a trained response

We're all preset to reset to

DUMB

TO DUMB

WE'RE ALL PRESET TO RESET TO DUMB

WE'RE ALL PRESET TO RESET TO DUMB

Somebody told me once

Beat them 'til they start to get used to it

Next thing they're lining up

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING IT?

ARE WE KILLING?