I'm still down here

Drowning in caffeine
Carbonated and caustic
I'm scared to death of my TV
Ninety thousand screens over sixty cycle hum
High definition projection of the horrible things I've done
You aren't the bastards of young
You aren't the sad troubadours troubled by modern love
I am the troubled sometimes, living out a b-side
No, I am not dead, but often wish I was
There is no relief, no retreat from this heavy shepard's crown
I must lead my vast parade of sheep
There are no right answers

I'm still down here