Killing lyrics

Killing 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? Please say Are they killing them with lies? Are they fighting for their lives? Killing them with thoughts Can not 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've 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 not 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?