Killing Songtext / Lyric

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 they killing them with lies

Are they fighting for their lives?

Killing them with thoughts

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 worshipped some false gods

I've run to them like Pavlov dogs

To hide my shame

They'd fan the flame



Are they killing them with lies

Are they fighting for their lives?

Killing them with thoughts

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 them?

Are we killing them?

Are we killing them?

Are we killing them?

Are we killing them?

Are we killing them?

Are we killing them?

Are we killing?