Birds are circling above
They're called back to a waiting glove
Why don't they
Fly away?
Surely they'd have guessed by now
There is no guns to shoot them down
And still they stay
For what? please say
Are they killing them with life?
Are they frightened by the light?
Killing them with love
Scared they'll never get enough
Killing them are we 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 worshipped some false Gods
And run to them like
Pavlov's Dogs
To hide my shame
They fanned the flame
Are they killing them with life?
Are they frightened by the light?
Killing them with love
Scared they'll never get enough
Killing them are we killing every single feeling?
It's a trained response
We're all preset
To reset
To dumb
Dumb!
We're all preset to reset
To dumb
Somebody told me once
Beat them until they
Start to get used to it
Next thing they're lining up
Are we killing yet?
Are we killing?
