| 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? | |
| ARE WE KILLING? |