Open up the gatesnRoll out the red carpetnHere I come the endnAll be all prototype the nothing and no onennThe monochrome the monotone the voice of my generationnThe alcohol the shopping mall the mental retardationnThat's me I am the prototypenThat's me I am the archetypennFix my hair feel free to stare I am an empty vesselnSo amazing exasperating I am a causeless rebelnNo mental capacity just music feeding into menClogging up my arteries like fast food caloriesnnDrop my pants smoke my cigarettenTake my pills sell my soulnI just can't grow up yetnI'm peter pan in a black holenTake a drink eat my cellular phonenThe internet the internetnI'm thinking not a lot at allnIt isn't over yet