The Box

<br>Yesterday when I was just a boy in times of youthful hero worship<br><br>My kind have been molded by images on the screen<br><br>Brought up to emulate the big guns<br><br>Another guest on deaths best show<br><br>The influence cuts deeper than mom knows<br><br>Electric waves the demons fly<br><br>Now could we just be bred to kill or die<br><br>There must be something else<br><br>The blame I place on myself<br><br>Behind tired eyes the demons stir<br><br>The tears go uncried<br><br><br><br><br><br>In the box - doin time<br><br>Now that Im grown<br><br>Abandoned childhood toys<br><br>But still what danger have I retained? <br><br>To grab the brass ring<br><br>& go in for the kill & covet the goods you know dem got for murder<br><br>In the box - doin time<br><br>&amp; the minds are locked down