[Verse 1] Birds are circling above Theyre called back to a waiting glove Oh, why dont they fly away? Surely theyd have guessed by now There is no gun to shoot them down And still, they stay for what they say [Chorus] 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 killing Killing every single feeling? Its a trained response [Verse 2] Birds are circling above Theyre called back to a waiting glove This sordid game it bears my name I have worshiped some false gods Ive run to them like Pavlovs dogs To hide my shame and fan the flame [Chorus] 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 killing Killing every single feeling? Its a trained response [Bridge] Were all preset to reset to Die To die Were all preset to reset to die Were all preset to reset to die Somebody told me once Beat them till they start to get used to it Next thing theyre lining up [Outro] 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?
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