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 d**h's best show
The influence cuts deeper than mom knows
Electric waves the demon's fly
Now could we just be bred to k** 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 bra** ring
& go in for the k** & covet the goods you know dem got for murder
In the box - doin' time
& the minds are locked down