Lletres: Korn. Untitled. Killing.

Birds are circling above
They're called back to a waiting glove
Oh, 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

Are we killing them with lies?
Are we fighting for the life?
Killing them with thoughts
Can we 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 fears my name

I have worshiped some false gods
I run to them like Pavlov?s dogs
To hide my shame, it fanned the flame

Are we killing them with lies?
Are we fighting for the life?
Killing them with thoughts
Can we never get enough?

Killing them, are we killing
Killing every single feeling?
It's a trained response

We're all preset to reset to die, to die
We're all preset to reset to die
We're all preset to reset to die

Somebody told me once
Beat them 'til they start to get used to it
Next thing, they?re lining up

Are we killing it?
Are we killing it?
Are we killing it?
Are we killing it?

Are we killing it?
Are we killing it?
Are we killing it?
Are we killing?