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)