Lockdown

Yesterday, when I was just a boy in youthful hero worship, My kind was molded by images on the screen,  brought up to emulate the big guns. Another guest on Death's big show, The influence cuts deeper than mom's knows, On electric waves the demons 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, and go in for the kill and covet the goods. In the box, blood on my hands, doin time, and the minds are locked down.