Birds are circling above
They’re called back to a waiting glove
Oh Why don’t they fly away?

Surely they’d 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 life
Are they fightened by the light
Killing them with love
Scared they’ll 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 Dogs
To hide my shame
They’d fan the flame

We’re all preset to reset
to dumb
We’re all preset to reset to duh
Someone told me once
Beat them enough and they’ll start
To get used to it
Next thing they’re lining up

Are we killing them?
Are we killing