Birds are circling above
They’re called back to a waiting glove Oh, why don’t they fly away? Surely they’d have guessed by now There is no gun to shoot them down And still, they stay for what they sayAre they killing them with lies?
Are they fighting for their lives? Killing them with thoughts? Can they never get enough? Killing them are we killing Killing every single feeling? It’s a trained responseBirds are circling above
They’re called back to a waiting glove This sordid game it bears my name I have worshiped some false gods I’ve run to them like Pavlov’s dogs To hide my shame and fan the flameAre they killing them with lies?
Are they fighting for their lives? Killing them with thoughts? Can they never get enough? Killing them are we killing Killing every single feeling? It’s a trained responseWe’re all preset to reset to
Die To die We’re all preset to reset to die We’re all preset to reset to die Somebody told me once Beat them till they start to get used to it Next thing they’re lining upAre 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?