Birds are circling aboveThey’re called back to a waiting gloveOh, why don’t they fly away?Surely they’d have guessed by nowThere is no gun to shoot them downAnd still, they stay for what they say
Are they killing them with lies?Are they fighting for their lives?Killing them with thoughts?Can they never get enough?Killing them are we killingKilling every single feeling?It’s a trained response
Birds are circling aboveThey’re called back to a waiting gloveThis sordid game it bears my nameI have worshiped some false godsI’ve run to them like Pavlov’s dogsTo hide my shame and fan the flame
Are they killing them with lies?Are they fighting for their lives?Killing them with thoughts?Can they never get enough?Killing them are we killingKilling every single feeling?It’s a trained response
We’re all preset to reset toDieTo dieWe’re all preset to reset to dieWe’re all preset to reset to dieSomebody told me onceBeat them till they start to get used to itNext 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?








