catatonic listless creature
try to comprehend
everything you've ever wanted
is around the next bend
don't try to fake it
i see you shaking
it doesn't mean anything
look at you, the freak attraction
in this carnival of souls
failing all negotiations
you'll be the next sold
don't try to fake it
i see you shaking
it doesn't mean anything
now love, don't make a sound
just reach down and touch the ground
emptiness is almost certain
like an automatic dream
you're closing in on the final curtain
you're on the next scene...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