Yesterday, 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
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The blame I place on myself
Behind tired eyes the demons stir
The tears go un-cried
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
And go in for the kill and covet the goods
You know dem got for murder
In the box doin' time
And the minds are locked down
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