Killing de Korn

Killing

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? Please say

Are they killing them with lies?
Are they fighting for their lives?
Killing them with thoughts
Can not 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'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 not 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 THEM?
ARE WE KILLING THEM?
ARE WE KILLING THEM?
ARE WE KILLING THEM?
ARE WE KILLING THEM?
ARE WE KILLING THEM?
ARE WE KILLING THEM?
ARE WE KILLING?