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