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