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 they say    Are we killing them with lies?  Are they fighting for their lives?  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  and fan the flame    Are we killing them with lies?  Are they fighting for their lives?  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  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 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?