Killing

Birds are circling above They're called back to a waiting glove Oh, why don't they fly away? Surely they have gangs 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 we fighting for the life? 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, it fanned the flame Are we killing them with lies? Are we fighting for the life? 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 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 '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?