yesterday when i was just a boy in times of youthful hero worship
my kind have been molded by images on the screen
brought up to emulate the big guns
another guest on death´s best show
the influence cuts deeper than mom knows
electric waves the demon´s fly
now could we just be bred to kill or die
there must be something else
the blame i place on myself
behind tired eyes the demons stir
the tears go uncried
in the box - doin´ time
now that i´m grown
abandoned childhood toys
but still what danger have i retained?
to grab the brass ring
& go in for the kill & covet the goods you know dem got for murder
in the box - doin´ time
& the minds are locked down