Killing Sözleri

Birds are circling above

They're called back to a waiting glove

Oh, why don't they fly away?

Surely they have gangs 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're called back to a waiting glove

This sordid game, it fears my name

I have worshiped some false gods

I run to them like Pavlov's dogs

To hide my shame, it fanned 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're all preset to reset to die, to die

We're all preset to reset to die

We're all preset to reset to die

Somebody told me once

Beat them 'til they start to get used to it

Next 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?