Текст песни «Killing»

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?