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?