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?