The Box Lyrics - Singles - Snot

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 

The blame I place on myself 

Behind tired eyes the demons stir 

The tears go un-cried 

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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 

Photos 

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