I'm expected to write a doozy of a dream
I can't pretend that this world is nothing like it seems
Don't hold my hand and try to lead me to my let-down
I'm expected
I am expected
Am I a fly on the wall
Am I deceiving you all
You keep your head down as a vote of ambiguity
I raise a finger as a message to society
Well, where did action go wrong
No point in making sense of something so mystique
I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets
I am expected
I am expected
Am I a speck on the screen
That you berate and demean
Our conversations surround photographs inside my head
Gleaming with pictures of the haters that I wish were dead
Well, where did action go wrong
No point in making sense of something so mystique
I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets
I am expected
I am expected
Throw all your covers aside
I'll end up leaving you dry
I'll end up leaving you dry
I'll end up leaving you dry
I'll end up leaving you dry
Dry
Dry
Dry
Well, where did action go wrong
No point in making sense of something so mystique
I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets
I am expected
I am expected