Killing
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 please say
Are we killing them with life?
Are they frightened by the light?
Killing them with love?
Scared they'll 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 bears my name
I have worshiped some false gods
I run to them like pavlov dogs
To hide my shame
They fan the flame
Are we killing them with life?
Are they frightened by the light?
Killing them with love?
Scared they'll 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?