Dead At 21

So here we are again now
Bored and apathetic
Raise a glass to failure
Suicide is now expected
I am a freak of nature, dressed as a lazy cynic
Born into mass confusion, void of all motivation
Fear is my conviction
Nine to five constriction
Kissing the mouth of a gun
I'm not the only one

I don't know who I am
I don't care where I've been
All I know is I'm here and I don't need you
I'm the prodigal son, dead at 21
Dumbfounded, alone
And I don't need you

There is no breaking even
I'll never get to heaven
I don't respect or care about any kind of fucking discretion
If you want my head, just take it
You name the vow, I'll break it
When all the problems are solved
We'll all be long gone