Birds are circling above
They've come back to a waiting level
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 we fighting for the life?
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've come back to a waiting level
This sordid game
It fears my name
I have worshiped some false Gods
And run to them like Pavlov's dogs
To hide my shame
and fan the flame

Are we killing them with lies?
Are we fighting for the life?
Killing them with thoughts?
Can we never get enough?
Killing them are we killing killing every single feeling?
It's a trained response

We are preset to reset them to die...
Die!!!
To Die!!!!

We are present to raise them to die!!! (x2)

Somebody told me once
Beat them 'til there's nothing
Get used to it
Next thing they're lining up

Are we killing it?!! (x8)

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