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
(Chorus)
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
Hide my shame
It fanned the flame
Chorus
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 dumb(Repeat)
Somebody told me once
Beat them 'til they start to get used to it
Next thing they’re lining up
Are we killing it?