Killing

                                  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



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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



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We are present to raise them to die

To die

We are present to raise them to die

We are present to raise them to die



Somebody told me once

Beat them until there's nothing

Get used to it

Next thing the line is gone



Are we going down?

Are we going down?

Are we going down?

Are we going down?

Are we going down?

Are we going down?

Are we going?