Birds are circling above
They've come back to a waiting level
Why don't they fly away?
Surely they have gangs by now
There is no gun to shoot them down
And still they stay
For what they say
(Chorus)
I'll be killing them with lies
I'll be fighting for my life
Killing them with thoughts
They can never get enough
Killing them all because we're killing every single thing
It's a trained response
Birds are circling above
They've come back to a waiting level
Sold the game
It bears my name
I have worshiped some false Gods
And run to them like I have not thought to
Cry my shame
It burned a flame
Chorus
We are present to raise them to die (Repeat)
Somebody told me once
Beat them 'til there's nothing
Get used to it
Next thing the line is gone
Are we going down? (Repeat)
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